Let Down The Bars; Drive In The Cows: The West Is Barred With Burning Rose. Unhitch The Horses From The Ploughs, And From The Cart The Ox That Lows, And Light The Lamp Within The House: The Whippoorwill Is Calling, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill," Where The Locust Blooms Are Falling On The Hill; The Sunset'S Rose Is Dying, And The Whippoorwill Is Crying, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill"; Soft, Now Shrill, The Whippoorwill Is Crying, "Whippoorwill." Unloose The Watch-Dog From His Chain: The First Stars Wink Their Drowsy Eyes: A Sheep-Bell Tinkles In The Lane, And Where The Shadow Deepest Lies A Lamp Makes Bright The Window-Pane: The Whippoorwill Is Calling, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill," Where The Berry-Blooms Are Falling On The Rill; The First Faint Stars Are Springing, And The Whippoorwill Is Singing, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill"; Softly Still The Whippoorwill Is Singing, "Whippoorwill." The Cows Are Milked; The Cattle Fed; The Last Far Streaks Of Evening Fade: The Farm-Hand Whistles In The Shed, And In The House The Table'S Laid; Its Lamp Streams On The Garden-Bed: The Whippoorwill Is Calling, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill," Where The Dogwood Blooms Are Falling On The Hill; The Afterglow Is Waning And The Whippoorwill'S Complaining, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill"; Wild And Shrill, The Whippoorwill'S Complaining, "Whippoorwill." The Moon Blooms Out, A Great White Rose; The Stars Wheel Onward Toward The West: The Barnyard-Cock Wakes Once And Crows; The Farm Is Wrapped In Peaceful Rest; The Cricket Chirs; The Firefly Glows The Whippoorwill Is Calling, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill," Where The Bramble-Blooms Are Falling On The Rill; The Moon Her Watch Is Keeping And The Whippoorwill Is Weeping, "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill"; Lonely Still, The Whippoorwill Is Weeping, "Whippoorwill."