When Spring comes on, the birds do sing
The lambs do skip and the bells do ring
While we enjoy their glorious charm
So noble and so gay

The primrose blooms and the cowslip too
The violets in their sweet retire
The roses shining through the briar
And the daffa-down dillys which we admire
Will die and fade away

Young men and maidens will be seen
On mountains high and meadows green
They will talk of love and sport and play
While these young lambs do skip away

At night, they'll homeward wand their way
When evening stars appear

The primrose blooms and the cowslip too
The violets in their sweet retire
The roses shining through the briar
And the daffa-down dillys which we admire
Will die and fade away

The dairymaid to milking goes
Her blooming cheeks as red as a rose
She carries her pail all on her arm
So cheerful and so gay
She milks, she sings
And the valleys ring

The small birds on the branches there
Sit listening to this lovely fair
She is her master's trust and care
She is the ploughman's joy

The primrose blooms and the cowslip too
The violets in their sweet retire
The roses shining through the briar
And the daffa-down dillys which we admire
Will die and fade away