Death & Dying
Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o
From Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1891)
Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight
With feathers like a lady bright,
Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night,
Te whit, te whoo!
Thy note, that forth so freely rolls,
With shrill command the mouse controls,
And sings a dirge for dying souls,
Te whit, te whoo!
Codex Note
From Thomas Vautor's Songs of divers Airs and Natures, 1619.
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Anonymous (Elizabethan songs). “Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-elizabethan-songs/130/.
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Anonymous (Elizabethan songs). “Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-elizabethan-songs/130/.
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