  Snow-drops now begin in snows, Crocuses to flush, Gentle scilla buds and blows Nurtured in the slush; All about, like tinkling bells, Falls the ice a-melting; Ring, dilly dilly,—Sing, dilly dilly,— Spring is here, And the wolf is out of his den, O; With a ren, O; and a fen, O; And a den, den, den, O; Sing, dilly dilly. Through a vat of wine, Bells knoll from the drowsy town, Din—din—dine; All about the red robins Whistle in the dusk; Ring, dilly dilly,—Sing, dilly dilly,— Spring is here, And the lambs are safe in their pen, O; With a ren, O; and a fen, O; And a den, den, den, O; Sing, dilly dilly. Comrade virgins clad in green Quaff the nimble air; Each one, if her mate’s unseen, Is the fairest fair; Bran is hidden in the hedge Breathing on his reeds; Ring, dilly dilly,—Sing, dilly dilly,— Spring is here, And maidens beware of the men, O; With a ren, O; and a fen, O; And a den, den, den, O; Sing, dilly dilly.
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