Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - Come pretty wag - текст песни (слова)

Come, pretty wag, and sing; 
 The sun's all-ripening wing 
 Fans up the wanton spring. 
 O let us both go chaunt it! 
 For now fresh May doth flaunt it! 
 
 Then with reports most sprightly 
 Trip with thy voice most lightly, 
 O sing, O sing so wittily, 
 For now, the cuckoo sings, 
 Cuckoo, cuckoo! 
 And echo doth rebound 
 And dally with the sound.