Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft, That hast this winter`s weathers overshake, And driven away the longe nighties black. Saint Valentine, that art full high aloft, Thus singen smalle fowles for thy sake: Now welcome Summer with tye sunne soft, That hast this winter`s weathers overshake. Well have they cause for to gladden oft, Wince each of them recovered hath his make. Full blissful may they singe when they wake: Now welcome Summer with they sunne soft, That has this winters weathers overshake, And driven away the longe nighties black.