Sir Winter

Some two or three weeks before valentine day 
At a time when Sir Winter grew kind & in play 
Shook hands with Miss Flora he wooed her to spare 
A few pretty snowdrops to stick in his hair 
Intending for truth as he said to resign 
His throne to Miss Spring & her priest Valentine 
Which trifle he asked for before he set forth 
To remind him of all when he got in the north 

& this is the reason that snowdrops appear 
Mid the cold of the winter so soon in the year 
Flora gladly complied & the instant she heard 
Flew away with the news to each bachelor bird 
Who in raptures half moved on loves errands to start 
Their songs muttered over to get them by heart

Nay the Mavis at once sung aloud in their glee 
& looked for a spot where loves dwelling should be

(Mavis = thrush)

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