Guessing Song

Oh ho! oh ho! Pray, who can I be?

I sweep o'er the land, I scour o'er the sea;

I cuff the tall trees till they bow down their heads,

And I rock the wee birdies asleep in their beds.

Oh ho! oh ho! And who can I be,

That sweep o'er the land and scour o'er the sea?

I rumple the breast of the gray-headed daw,

I tip the rook's tail up and make him cry "caw";

But though I love fun, I'm so big and so strong,

At a puff of my breath the great ships sail along.

Oh ho! oh ho! And who can I be,

That sweep o'er the land and sail o'er the sea?

I swing all the weather-cocks this way and that,

I play hare-and-hounds with a runaway hat;

But however I wander, I never can stray,

For go where I will, I've a free right of way

Oh ho! oh ho! And who can I be,

That sweep o'er the land and scour o'er the sea?

I skim o'er the heather, I dance up the street,

I've foes that I laugh at, and friends that I greet;

I'm known in the country, I'm named in the town,

For all the world over extends my renown.

Oh ho! oh ho! And who can I be,

That sweep o'er the land and scour o'er the sea?