Somerset.
Here the rosebuds in June and the violets are blowing,
The small birds they warble from every green bough;
Here the pink and the lily,
And the daffadowndilly,
To adorn and perfume the sweet meadows in June;
'Tis all before the plough the fat oxen go slow;
But the lads and the lasses to the sheep-shearing go.
Sussex Song.