| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | A Round | | By William Browne (c. 1590c. 1645) |
| | | NOW that the Spring hath filled our veins | |
| With kind and active fire, | |
| And made green livries for the plains, | |
| And every grove a choir: | |
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| Sing we a song of merry glee, | 5 |
| And Bacchus fill the bowl: | |
| 1. Then heres to thee; 2. And thou to me | |
| And every thirsty soul. | |
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| Nor Care, nor Sorrow eer paid debt, | |
| Nor never shall do mine; | 10 |
| I have no cradle going yet, | |
| Not I, by this good wine. | |
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| No wife at home to send for me | |
| No hogs are in my ground, | |
| No suit in law to pay a fee, | 15 |
| Then round, old Jockey, round! | |
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All Shear sheep that have them, cry we still, | |
| But see that no man scape | |
| To drink of the sherry, | |
| That makes us so merry, | 20 |
| And plump as the lusty grape. | | | | |
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