When Spring Comes On

When spring comes on then the birds do sing
The lambs do skip and the bells do ring
While we enjoy their glorious charm
So noble and so gay

And the primrose blooms, and the cowslips too
The violets in their sweet retire, the roses shining through the briar
And the daffodown-dillies which we admire will die and fade away

Young men and maidens will be seen
On mountains high and meadows green
At night they homeward wend their way
When evening stars appear

The dairymaid to milking goes
Her blooming cheeks as red as a rose
And she carries her pail all on her arm
So cheerful and so gay