Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shaker
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!
Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on lofte
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake
Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shaker
(And driven awey the longe nightes blake!)
Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte
Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make
Ful blisful (may) thay singen whan they wake