The Springs Glory: OR, A precious posy for Pretty Maidens:  
Who walk in the Meadows to hear the Birds sing,  
With pleasure rejoicing to welcome the Spring.  
The tune is, Monk hath confounded, &c.  

 
 

NOw that brigt Phoebus his rays doth display  
warm Zephyrus blows with a gentler gale,  
Nights they grow shorter to lengthen the day,  
and Wood-nymphs do trip it o'er hill & o'er dals:  
The fawns and the Satyrs  
Nimbly cut Capers,  
And dance Levaltors round in a ring,   

Then let us bear a part  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery Garlands to welcome the spring.   

Flora's fine Tapestry now doth adorn,  
the earth with a Livery pleasant to view,  
Trees they do blossom which winter had torn,  
and meadows are decked in a very rare hue:  
The Fairies are tripping  
And Lambs are skipping,  
Pretty birbs chirping in the Woods sing:   

Then let us bear a part,  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery garlands to welcome the spring   

With sweet smelling flowers the sense to delight,  
the fields are bespangled like stars in the skies,  
With Cowslips and Primroses, yellow & white  
and other rare colours to please mortal eyes;  
The Daffadown-Dilly  
Violet and lily  
And Tulip● lovely pleasure do bring   

Then let us bear a part,  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery garlands to welcome the spring.   

Hark how the Nightingale tuneth her notes  
her tender breast leaning against a sharp thorn  
The thrush & the blackbird with their pretty throats  
doth chant forth their melody evening & morn:  
The cuckoo well Known  
In City and Town,  
Her constant old tone the sweetly doth sing;   

Then let us bear a part  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery garlands to welcome the spring.    

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  
 
 

Now pretty maiden's delights for to walk  
abroad in the meadows so pleasant & green  
Whilst with their lovers they prattle and talk,  
and pick up the flowers so gay to be seen:  
Of which they make Posies  
In the green closes,  
Decked with Roses home for so bring:   

Then let us bear a part  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery garlands to welcome the spring.   

Pretty sweet Betty walks out with her love,  
Rejoicing that Summer is drawing so near,  
Whilst Dicky dot● call her his Turtle Dove  
and vows that no other but she is his dear:  
Thus with their courting  
And lovely sporting  
They are consorting whilst the birds sing:   

Then let us, &c.   

Nanny doth rise in the morning betimes  
to meet her beloved all in a fair grove,  
Where he is composing of sonnets and rhymes,  
to set forth her praise and to welcome his love:  
Her body is slender  
And her heart tender,  
He doth commend her for every thing:   

Then let us, &c.   

Dolly the Dairy maid smugs up herself  
and takes up her milk pale to trace in the 〈◊〉  
In hopes to meet Roger who scorns to be ba 〈…〉  
she often hath tried him and still he proved 〈◊〉  
But oh what a jumbling  
And what a tumbling,  
All without grumbling love hath his swing   

Then let us, etc,   

Now is the time that all creatures rejoice,  
by nature they know when y spring doth ap●●●●…  
They lovingly couple and make choice  
before the hot Summer approacheth to near  
Let us take pleasure  
Whilst we have leisure  
lest such a pleasure chance to take wing.   

Then let us, &c.   

Trim up your arbours and deck up your be 〈…〉  
for this is a time to be merry and glad,  
Hang up your garlands & strew your sweet fl 〈…〉  
and let not a lover once seem to be sad  
For we'll go a Maying  
With music playing  
Cupid obeying, love is a King:   

Then let us bear a part  
And with a joyful heart  
Deck flowery garlands to welcome the sprin●     

Licenced according to Order.  
I.P.   

Pritend for W. Gilbertson,