Lyrics

Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shake And driven awey the longe nightes blake! And driven awey the longe nightes blake! `Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte; -- Thus singen smale foules for thy sake -- Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shake `Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte Sith ech of hеm recovered hath his makе; Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake `Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte; -- Thus singen smale foules for thy sake -- Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shake