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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chorus Of Opera North
Chorus Of Opera North
Choir
Leeds Festival Chorus
Leeds Festival Chorus
Choir
English Northern Philharmonia
English Northern Philharmonia
Orchestra
David Lloyd-Jones
David Lloyd-Jones
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Nashe
Thomas Nashe
Songwriter
Constant Lambert
Constant Lambert
Composer

Lyrics

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing—
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!
Written by: Constant Lambert, Thomas Nashe

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