ANONYMOUS 13TH CENTURY THE FIRST CAROL |
Summer is y-comen in! Loud sing cuckoo! Groweth seed and bloweth mead, And springeth the wood new. Sing cuckoo! cuckoo! Ewe bleateth after lamb, Loweth cow after calf; Bullock starteth, buck verteth; Merry sing cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo! Nor cease thou ever now. Sing cuckoo now! Sing cuckoo!
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