Parliament of Fowles

Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!
`Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte; --
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake --
Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake
`Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte
Sith ech of hm recovered hath his mak;
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake
`Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte; --
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake --
Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake