Spring (Acoustic)

This day Dame Nature seemed in love
The lusty sap began to move
Fresh juice did stir the embracing vines
And birds had drawn their valentine
The jealous trout that loaded rye
Rose at a well-dissembled fly
There stood my friend with patient skill
Attending to his trembling quill

Already were the eaves possessed
With the swift pilgrim's dorèd nest
The groves already did rejoice
In Philomel's triumphing voice

The showers were short, the weather mild
The morning fresh, the evening smiled
Joan takes her meat rubbed pale and now
She trips to milk the sand-red cow
Where for some sturdy football swain
Joan strokes a syllabub or twain
The fields and gardens were the best
With tulip, crocus and violet

And now, though late, the modest rose
Did more than half a blush disclose
Thus all looks gay and full of cheer
To welcome the new liveried year