Sing a song of Spring-time,
The world is going round,
Blown by the south wind:
Listen to its sound.
‘Gurgle’ goes the mill-wheel,
‘Cluck’ clucks the hen;
And it’s O for a pretty girl
To kiss in the glen.
Sing a song of Summer,
The world is nearly still,
The mill-pond has gone to sleep,
And so has the mill.
Shall we go a-sailing,
Or shall we take a ride,
Or dream the afternoon away
Here, side by side?
Sing a song of Autumn,
The world is going back;
They glean in the corn-field,
And stamp on the stack.
Our boy, Charlie,
Tall, strong, and light:
He shoots all the day
And dances all the night.
Sing a song of Winter,
The world stops dead;
Under snowy coverlid
Flowers lie abed.
There’s hunting for the young ones
And wine for the old,
And a sexton in the churchyard
Digging in the cold.
(William Cosmo Monkhouse)
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