He Reproves the Curlew - by W.B. Yeats

Oh! Curlew! Cry no more in the air or only to the water in the west.
Because your crying brings to my mind passion dimmed eyes
and long heavy hair, that was shaken out over my breast.
There is enough evil in the crying of the wind.

The Curlew's Song - by Tommy Makem

I heard a Curlew singing low
On a moor where wild winds blew.
And the sound of his sad lonesome song
Made me feel lonesome too.

Cold winter came and the moorland froze
The winds blew loud and strong
I of'times have gone through the snow
And heard a Curlew song.

Soft sun-warmed days of summer came
Through green-leaved days of spring
I soon forgot that lonesome song
I heard the Curlew sing