An' young Jemmy the smith is a-gone down leäne,
A-plaÿèn his shrill-vaïced flute.
An' the miller's man
Do zit down at his ease
On the seat that is under the cluster o' trees.
Wi' his pipe an' his cider can.
MAY.
Come out o' door, 'tis Spring! 'tis Maÿ
The trees be green, the vields be gaÿ;