Summer's Last Will and Testament (excerpt)

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!