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Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo!

The Palm and May make country houses gay,

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:

Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,

In every street these tunes our ears do greet:

Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo!

Spring, the sweet Spring!

Thomas Nash

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... And now all nature seemed in love;

The lusty sap began to move;

New juice did stir the embracing vines,

27113 And birds had drawn their valentines.

The jealous trout that now did lie,

Rose at a well-dissembled fly:

There stood my friend with patient skill,

Attending of his trembling quill.[9]

Already were the eaves possessed

With the swift pilgrim's daubèd nest:

The groves already did rejoice

In Philomel's triumphing voice.

The showers were short, the weather mild,

The morning fresh, the evening smiled.

Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail and now