SAXON SONG OF SUMMER.
MODERN VERSION.
Summer is a coming in.
Loud sing, cuckoo;
Groweth seed, and bloweth mead,
And springeth the wood new.
Sing, cuckoo, cuckoo!
Ewe bleateth after lamb;
Loweth calf after cow;
Bullock starteth, buck departeth;
Merry sing, cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo;
Well singeth the cuckoo—
Sing ever, stop never,
Cuckoo, cuckoo;
Sing, cuckoo!
Anonymous, about 1250