Spring, the sweet spring

Original Text: 
Thomas Nash, A pleasant comedie, called Summers last will and testament (S. Stafford for W. Burre, 1600). STC 18376
1Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
2Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
3Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
4    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
5The palm and may make country houses gay,
6Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
7And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
8    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
9The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
10Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
11In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
12    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
N. J. Endicott
RPO Edition: 
2RP.1.245; RPO 1996-2000.