When daffodils begin to peer

With heigh! the doxy over the dale

Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;

For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge

With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!

Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king

The lark, that tirra-lyra chants

With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay

Are summer songs for me and my aunts

While we lie tumbling in the hay