Spring Time (Ann Mounsey)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-19). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 3.07 MB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1855 Ewer & Co.
Original text and translations
See the woods, see them green and gay;
See the hawthorn clad in the robes of May,
Let us go to the bowers,
And cull the fairest flowers;
Entwine them, entwin, and chant a roundelay.
Hear the birds, hear them sweetly sing;
And the bees all join to salute the Spring,
Ere their carols are ended,
Our voices shall be blended
In chorus till all the echoes ring.
All the day, music fills the vales;
While the insects glide on the balmy gales;
And the rebecks are playing
Where flocks and herds are straying;
All nature the golden season hails.