| Lyrics: | SPRING GLEE
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 end 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
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.
@seasonal
recorded by the Copper Family
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