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 hem recovered hath his make 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