Spring is come to town with love

With blossom and with bird in grove,

That all this bliss now bringeth.

There are daisies in the dales;

Notes full sweet of nightingales;

Each bird song singeth.

The throstlecock out-sings them all;

Away is fled the Winter’s thrall,

When woodrow springeth.

Then chanting birds in wondrous throng

Thrill out their joy the glades among

Till all the woodland ringeth.

The crimson rose is seen,

New leaves of tender green

With good-will grow,

The moon shines white and clear,

Fennel and Thyme are here,

Fair lilies blow.

Their mates the wild drakes find,

Each creature seeks his kind.

As stream that trickles slow,

We plain when life is drear,

For cruel love the tear

Unchecked must flow.

The moon sends forth her light,

The goodly sun shines bright,

And birds sing well.

Dews drench the soft young grass,

And whispering lovers pass,

Their tale to tell;

Snakes woo beneath the clod,

Women grow wondrous proud

On field and fell.

If one shall say me no

Spring joy I will forgo

And banished dwell.