Summer is y-comen in, Loude sing, cuckoo! Groweth seed and bloweth meed And spring'th the woode now -- Sing cuckoo! Ewe bleateth after lamb, Low'th after calfe cow; Bullock starteth, bucke farteth. Merry sing, cuckoo! Cuckoo, Cuckoo! Well sing'st thou cuckoo: Ne swike thou never now! Sing cuckoo, now! Sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo. Sing, cuckoo, now! [Sumer is icumen in. Lhude sing cuccu. Groweth sed And bloweth med And springth the wude nu. Sing cuccu! Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc sterteth, Bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu. Cuccu, cuccu. Wel singes thu cuccu, Ne swike thu naver nu. Sing cuccu, nu. Sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu nu!] |