Where the bee sucks

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie,
Then I couch when owls do cry;
On the swallow’s wings I fly
After summer, merrily.

‖: Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough; :‖ (×4)
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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