Ankyra Sound Coming of Age

a song rose and fell with the roll of waves;

neer ban-bridge town,
in th' county down
van moer-ning laest july...

the nightingale had laid with hindlegs to his side, near enough the water that the rising waves brushed the tips of his claws.

from ae boreen green,
caeme a sweet colleen,
aend she smieled as she paessed me bai!

his heavy tail brushed the sand.

she looked sou sweet
fram her two baere feet
tchu th' sheen ouf her nut brown hair,
such a coaxing elf, 
sure ai shook maiself,
for tchu see ai waes really dere!

and a cheerful bark to punctuate it.