Gladwin Verse 1 Now is the springtide gay When lambs frolic and play And buds burst all around Thrush with beauteous song Thru each fair Mayday long Exalts its dulcet sound But sweetheart thru this season, there seems no sense of reason For tho I ask each day Yet still you answer nay To be my queen uncrowned Chorus Tho there are no words of romance From those lips I long to kiss In faith I shall still worthship you Sweet mistress think on this Verse 2 Summer now is here When days so long and so clear Grace blossoms cheerful sight Cygnets shed their down The owls loses its frown For milder is the night Yet sweethesrt thu this season there seems no sense of reason For tho I beg you still Our love for to fulfil Your answers no outright Chorus Verse 3 Autumns saffron scene Of apple trees pickled clean Is pleasing to our eyes Shades of ageing gold Bring comfort from the cold And brighten greyclad skies Yet sweetheart thru this season there seems no sense of reason For all my pleas to you Are straightaway shunned in the lieu Of reasoned replies Chorus
tho, thru, season, sense, sweetheart