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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,
merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands :
The wild waves whist :
Hark, hark !
The watch-dogs bark:
Hark, hark! I hear
Shakespeare. whist] hushed.
Fairy Song WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Old Meg she was a Gipsy,
And lived upon the moors :
And her house was out of doors. thorough] through. dew her orbs] bedew the fairy rings.
Her apples were swart blackberries,
Her currants pods.o' broom ; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,
Her book a churchyard tomb.
Her Brothers were the craggy
hills, Her Sisters larchen treesAlone with her great family
She lived as she did please.
No breakfast had she many a morn,
No dinner many a noon,
Full hard against the Moon.
But every morn of Woodbine fresh
She made her garlanding,
She wove, and she would sing.
And with her fingers old and brown
She plaited Mats o’ Rushes, And gave them to the Cottagers
She met among the Bushes.
Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen
And tall as Amazon :
A chip hat had she on.
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
And nestlings fly :
And so do I.
This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
And thresh, and ply;
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
Joan doth keel the pot. thresh and ply) toss and bend. keel] cool, by stirring or adding something to prevent boiling over. When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
14 Answer to a Child's Question you
ask what the birds say ? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet and thrush say, 'I love and I love !' In the winter they ’re silent—the wind is so strongWhat it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm
weather, And singing, and loving, all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green
fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings, and for ever sings he“I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'
From another one ?
And his sandal shoon.
crabs] crab-apples. cockle hat] hat with a cockle or scallop-shell stuck in it, as sign that the wearer had visited the saint's shrine in Spain.