[Clementine:]
The birds in Spring-time are pairing,
The dog-rose up in the bark,
[Max:]
The lark is out for an airing,
The hawk is out for a lark,
[Clementine:]
Then let us warble together
[Max:]
As two fond pigeons would do.
[Clementine:]
And we'll be birds of a feather,
[Max:]
And then we'll bring off our coup!
[Both:]
As the birds on the tree
We'll be-- we'll be--
With never an angry word,
[Clementine:]
Like a linnet or dove
I will sing to my love, and I'll answer,--
(spoken:) Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,
cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,
[Max (spoken):]
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
[Both:]
Like a bird!
[Clementine:]
We'll never stop for a minute
Except for changing a note,
[Max:]
The linnet's not at all in it,
For I've a thrush in my throat.
[Clementine:]
I'll chatter gay as a starling
Then hide away, love, from you,
And call "Where am I, my darling?"
[Max:]
Oh, I see your feet-- cuckoo!
[Both:]
As the birds on the tree
We'll be-- we'll be--
Perhaps it may look absurd,
[Clementine:]
But we'll play hide and seek,
By the day or the week,
And I'll call you--
(spoken:) Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!
[Both:]
Like a bird!
[Clementine:]
And if we're tired of the Rhine-land,
We'll go away if you please.
[Max:]
The Tyrol is such a fine land,
We'll turn Tirro-lirro-lese.
[Clementine:]
I'll leave our nice little châlet,
To drive the cows up the height.
[Max:]
I'll stay below in the valley,
And jodel to you till night.
[Clementine:]
"Lu-la-li-e-ty!"
[Both:]
Like the gay Tyrolee
We'll be-- we'll be,
And call to the browsing herd.
[Clementine:]
At the noise that we'll make,
All the echoes will wake,
And they'll answer--
(jodel, ad lib) Like a bird!