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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 (may) thay singen whan they wake |
Now welcome summer, with your balmy sun Which has shaken off the winter storms And driven away the long dark nights! Saint Valentine, who sits on high Is the one who the little birds sing for Now welcome summer, with your balmy sun Which has shaken off the winter storms (And driven away the long dark nights!) They have good reason ro rejoice Since each is reunited with its mate They will sing blissfully together when they awake |
