[The Spring comes clad in green]
1
The Spring comes clad in green
And the birds begin to sing
And the Lovers steps have been
Where the primroses spring
Where the violets spread perfume
There the Lovers heedless stray
Where the blue-bell hides its bloom
In the merry month of May
Come sweet Phebe to the green wood shade
Where thou in childhood gathered flowers and played.
2
The Spring comes gladsome green
The flower's come bright and blue
In meads and woodland shene
And Mary comes as true
There's the spinneys bright blue bells
Phebe's eyes are brown and true
Theres perfume in the cells
And the woods divinely blue
The Muse and music of my song
Is Phebe do not keep me long.
3
I know the secret place for thee
The ivy oak the primrose nook
I know the leaving knotty tree
The blue-bell bright—and brawling brook
Come my Phebe young and kind
To the green wood quickly come
Hear the murmurs of the wind
Seek the primrose sulphur bloom
Sweet faced Phebe hither stray
And be my lover all the day.
