 A Boy's Song by James Hogg Read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the hazel bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me, Why the boys should drive away, little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell, But this I know I love to play, through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Boy's Song by James Hogg Read for LibriVox.org by Ambrosius16 Where the pools are bright and deep, where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the hazel bank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering knots fall free, that's the way for Billy and me, Why the boys should drive away, little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell, But this I know I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Boy's Song by James Hogg Read for LibriVox.org by Ankeela Where the pools are bright and deep, where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the hazel bank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me, Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell, But this I know I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Boy's Song by James Hogg, read for LibriVox.org by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the hazel bank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me, Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell, But this I know, I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A boy's song by James Hogg, sung for LibriVox.org by Ezoa in Belgium in April 2009 Where the pools are bright and deep, where the great drought lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings jump and flee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and green, Is there to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me, Where the hazel bank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me, Why the boys should drive away, little sweet maidens from the play, I love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell, But this I know, I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in a public domain. A Boys Song by James Hogg, read for LibreVox.org by Ezoa in Belgium in April 2009. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the great drought lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbirds sing the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Boys Song by James Hogg, read for LibriVox.org by Kara Schellenberg. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the great drought lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Boy's Song by James Hogg, read for Limbravox.org by Lucy Perry. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel-bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play, through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestling chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel-bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play, through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boy Song by James Hogg, read for LibreVox.org by Ray Smith. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestling chirps in flea, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest. There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know I love to play through the meadow among the hay. Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boy Song by James Hogg, read for LibreVox.org by Ray Smith. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the lightest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flea, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest. There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazelbank is steepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know I love to play, through the meadow among the hay. Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boy Song by James Hogg, read for LibreVox.org by Secrets. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest. Where the nestlings chirp and flea, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest. There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazelbank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know I love to play, through the meadow among the hay. Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boy Song by James Hogg, read for LibreVox.org by Storm. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest. There to track the home would be, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazelbank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know I love to play, through the meadow among the hay. Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boys Song by James Hogg, read for LibriVox.org by Tom Watts. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazelbank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play through the meadows, among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Boys Song by James Hogg, read for LibriVox.org by Umedji, April 27, 2009. Where the pools are bright and deep, where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, that's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazelbank is deepest, where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, that's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away, little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, that's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play through the meadow among the hay, Up the water and over the lee, that's the way for Billy and me. End of poem. This recording is in the public...