‖: When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh, the doxy over the dale,
Why then comes in the sweet o’the year,
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale. :‖
‖: The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With heigh, the sweet birds, O how they sing!
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge,
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. :‖
The lark, that ‖: tirra-lirra :‖ chants,
With heigh, the throstle cock and the jay,
Are summer songs for me and my aunts
While we lie tumbling in the hay,
While we lie ‖: tumbling, :‖ (×3)
While we lie tumbling in the hay.