Get your summer smocks on, for all the woodland's waking,
All the glades with green and glow salute you with a shout,
All the earth is chorussing
(Hear the Lady Flora sing!—
Her that strews the hyacinths and sets you merry-making),
Oak and ash do call you and the blackthorn's out!
Get your summer smocks on, for soon's the time of dances
Soon's the time of junketings and revellers' delights—
Dances in your pleasaunces
Where your dainty presence is