The Seasons

Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give attention To these few lines I'm about to write here 'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall mention The beauty of all things doth appear And now you are young and all in your prosperity Come cheer up your hearts and revive like the spring Join off in pairs like the birds in February That St. Valentine's Day it forth do bring Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth nourish The fields are beginning to be decked with green The trees put forth their buds and blossoms they do flourish The tender blades of corn on the earth are to be seen Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing? The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying And in love all hearts seem now to move And cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and piercing The sportsman goes forth with his dog and his gun To fetch down the woodcock, the partridge and the pheasant For health and for profit as well as for fun Behold, with loaded apple-trees the farmer is befriended They will fill up his casks that have long laid dry All nature seems to weary now, her task is nearly ended And more of the seasons will come by and by When night comes on with song and tale we pass the wintry hours By keeping up a cheerful heart we hope for better days We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give work unto the ploughers With patience wait 'til winter yields before the sun's fair rays And so the world goes round and round, and every time and season With pleasure and with profit crowns the passage of the year And so through every time of life, to him who acts with reason The beauty of all things doth appear