Festival / Mirie it Is / Summer Is A-comen In

Summer is icumen in
Loudly sing Cuckoo
Grows the seed and blows the mead
And springs the wood anew
Sing Cuckoo!
Ewe bleats harshly after lamb
Cows after calves make moo
Bullock stamps and deer champs
Now shrilly sing Cuckoo…
… Cuckoo… Cuckoo
Wild bird are you! Be never still Cuckoo!