Sumer Song
by Lord Richard of Woodenbridge

Harvest thy early crops, from herber or plot,
Behold the smalle boys as they sing and hop,
Light the salt- fires, make the bees to swarm,
The days they are long and the sun ‘tis warm,
Make merry ye children and playfully go,
at dansing ‘til moonrise or shooting the bow
Bothe lover & lass, birdsong cheer thy heart,
‘til Autumn or Winter nay shall you part!

-Lord Richard of Woodenbridge ©1998