Spring, the Sweet Spring

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Ernest John Moeran - Pop

Spring, the Sweet Spring

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Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit In every street these tunes our ears do greet Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring! The sweet Spring!

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Credits

Writers
  • Ernest John Moeran
  • Thomas Nashe