Spring, the sweet spring
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!
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Poet Thomas Nashe 1567–1601
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Renaissance
Subjects Nature, Spring, Trees & Flowers, Landscapes & Pastorals
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SUBJECT Nature, Spring, Trees & Flowers, Landscapes & Pastorals
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Renaissance
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