| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| T. Nash |
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| I. Spring |
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| SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; | |
| Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, | |
| Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
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| The palm and may make country houses gay, | 5 |
| Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, | |
| And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo. | |
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| The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, | |
| Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, | 10 |
| In every street these tunes our ears do greet, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
| Spring! the sweet Spring! | |
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