Now welcom sumer,
with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres
weders over-shaker
And driven awey
the longe nightes blake!
Seynt Valentyn,
that art ful hy on lofte
Thus singen smale foules
for thy sake
Now welcom sumer,
with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres
weders over-shaker
(And driven awey
the longe nightes blake!)
Wel han they cause
for to gladen ofte
Sith ech of hem
recovered hath his make
Ful blisful
thay singen whan they wake
Now welcom sumer,
with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres
weders over-shaker
And driven awey
the longe nightes blake!
Seynt Valentyn,
that art ful hy on lofte
Thus singen smale foules
for thy sake
Now welcom sumer,
with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres
weders over shaker
Wel han they cause for to
gladen ofte