Sir Spring

Sir Spring has come to town today

All armed with cupid's lances,

And every youth and maiden gay

With merry hearts for laugh and play,

All buy of him some chances.

He veers around the cottage trim,

His pockets filled with treasure,

And every hand is stretched to him

For gay green leaves and posies prim,

Ho! for his sweetheart's pleasure.

And I too come and claim my maid

Away from duty's hours.

Hats on! we'll run across the glade,

Sir Spring! just cull in sun and shade

For her your gayest flowers.