Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!

'Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake
Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake

'Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte
Sith ech of hem recovered hath his make
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake

'Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake
Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe
That hast this wintres weders over-shake