Song – Come merry Spring

Come merry Spring delight us,

For Winter long did spite us

In pleasure still persever,

Thy beauties ending never,

Spring, and grow

Lasting so

With joys increasing ever;

Let cold from hence be banished

Till hopes from me be vanished,

But bless thy dainties growing

In fullness freely flowing

Sweet birds sing

For the Spring

All mirth is now bestowing;

Philomel in this arbour

Makes now her loving harbour

Yet of her state complaining,

Her notes in mildness straining

Which though sweet

Yet do meet

Her former luckless paining.