SONG
[Come we to the Summer, to the Summer we will come]
1
Come we to the Summer, to the Summer we will come
For the woods are full of blue-bells and the hedges full of bloom
And the crow is on the oak a building of her nest
And love is burning diamonds in my true lovers breast
She sits beneath the white thorn a plaiting of her hair
And I will to my true love with a fond request repair
I will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest
And lay my acheing weariness upon her lovely breast.
2
The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom o' May
The merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day
And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest
In the white thorn bush where I will lean upon my lovers breast
I'll lean upon her breast and I'll wisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o' sleep for thinking of my dear
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
3
Among the white-thorn bushes at the edge of the green
My Love is doing net work and is lovely to be seen
No cap or bonnet on her hair her comb with pearls inlaid
They shine like diamond drops o' dew upon the lovely maid
Her gown is silk or sattin—its colours red & blue
And her heart beats neath the gloss on't like a pendalum so true
I'll go and clasp a armfull about her bonny breast
And kiss, and ne'er disturb the chaffinch on its nest.
