Down the hill side let it gush,
’Tis the wlecome April shower
Which will wake the sweet May flower.
Patter, patter, let it pour!
Patter, patter, let it roar!
Let the gaudy lightning flash—
Let the headlong thunder dash—
’Tis the welcome April shower,
Which will wake the sweet May flower.
Patter, patter, let it pour!