Full Lyrics
Come, pretty wag, and sing;
The sun's allripening wing
Fans up the wanton spring.
O let us both go chaunt it!
For now fresh May doth flaunt it!
Then with reports most sprightly
Trip with thy voice most lightly,
O sing, O sing so wittily,
For now, the cuckoo sings,
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
And echo doth rebound
And dally with the sound.
