SUSSEX
If apples bloom in March,
In vain for ’um you’ll sarch;
If apples bloom in April,
Why then they’ll be plentiful;
If apples bloom in May,
You may eat ’um night and day.
Through storm and wind,
Sunshine and shower,
Still will ye find
Groundsel in flower.
SPRING
Sound the flute!
Now ’tis mute;
Birds delight
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky—
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.