Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing：

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay：

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,

In every street these tunes our ears do greet：

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

一年甜美在于春

萬木開花嬌娃舞

風柔不再寒刺骨

鳥兒啁啾歌媚人

山楂花小棕葉大

裝點村舍喜洋洋

羊羔歡躍牧笛祥

鳥音歡快高復下

野芳甜醉菊吻踝

情侶幽會媼沐日

處處沉浸啁啾里

春天甜美舒我懷