September

Lyrics

And in September Falcons, astors, astors, merlins, sparrow-hawks; Decoy-birds that lure your game in flocks; And hounds with bells, crossbows shooting out of sight; Arblasts and javelins; all birds the best to fly; And each to each of you shall be lavish still In gifts; and robbery find no gainsaying; And if you meet with travellers going by Their purses from your purse's flow shall fill; And Avarice be the only outcast thing