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THE FOUR SEASONS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: SPRINGE IS YCOMEN IN
Last Line: BRIGHTE SPARKE IN THE DEAD YEARE
Subject(s): SEASONS;
SPRINGE is ycomen in,
Dappled larke singe;
Snowe melteth,
Runnell pelteth,
Smelleth winde of newe buddinge.

Summer is ycomen in,
Loude singe cucku;
Groweth seede,
Bloweth meade,
And springeth the weede newe.

Autumne is ycomen in,
Ceres filleth horne;
Reaper swinketh,
Farmer drinketh,
Creaketh waine with newe corne.

Winter is ycomen in
With stormy sadde cheere;
In the paddocke,
Whistle ruddock,
Brighte sparke in the dead yeare.



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