Our Ladye’s Smock at our Ladye tide,

Aboute S. George, when blue is worn,

The blue Harebells the fields adorn;

Against the daie of the Holie Cross,

The Crowfoot gilds the flowrie grasse.

When S. Barnabie bright smiles night and daie,

Poor Ragged Robbin blooms in the hay.

The scarlet Lychnis, the garden’s pride,

Flames at S. John the Baptist’s tide;

From Visitation to S. Swithen’s showers,