Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Nashe. 1567–1601166. Spring
| SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king; | |
| Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, | |
| Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing— | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
| The palm and may make country houses gay, | 5 |
| Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, | |
| And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay— | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
| The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, | |
| Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, | 10 |
| In every street these tunes our ears do greet— | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
| Spring, the sweet Spring! |