Springtime is here with joy and cheer,
With budding trees and singing bees;
The ferns unfurl from out their curl
And raise their wiry stem.
The frisking lambs around their dams
In youthful day do laugh and play
Under the ray of sunny May,
And birds their nests now hem.
The joyful lark is but a spark
Up in the sky as night goes by;
The calves are out and romp about
In glee because of Spring.
The plum-tree white is now a sight
Of beauty rare and vesture fair;
At close of day the thrush his lay
Puts forth with a joyous ring.