Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shaker And driven awey the longe nightes blake! Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on lofte Thus singen smale foules for thy sake Now welcom sumer, with thy sonne softe That hast this wintres weders over-shaker (And driven awey the longe nightes blake!) Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make Ful blisful (may) thay singen whan they wake