Get into the boat and away to the west,
For they've cut down the tree with the poor linnet's nest,
The bulrushes nod and the water-lilies sigh,
And all of us know the sad reason why,
For, oh! the tree--the tree's cut down,
And every one of its leaves are brown;
And in the field the children play,
But the little linnet has flown away:
Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!
Written by Lucy Clifford.
Read by Roma Singh.