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1 Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king, 2 Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, 3 Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: 4 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
5 The palm and may make country houses gay, 6 Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, 7 And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: 8 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
9 The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, 10 Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, 11 In every street these tunes our ears do greet: 12 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Thomas Nashe
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