Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe 

That hast this wintres weders over-shaker 

And driven awey the longe nightes blake! 

Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on lofte 

Thus singen smale foules for thy sake 



Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe 

That hast this wintres weders over-shaker 

(And driven awey the longe nightes blake!) 

Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte 

Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make 

Ful blisful (may) thay singen whan they wake