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Alfred Noyes

Song from Drake:  It Is the Spring-tide Now


It is the Spring-tide now!

Under the hawthorn-bough

The milkmaid goes:

Her eyes are violets blue

Washed with the morning dew,

Her mouth a rose.

It is the Spring-tide now.


The lanes are growing sweet,

The lambkins frisk and bleat

In all the meadows:

The glossy dappled kine

Blink in the warm sunshine,

Cooling their shadows.

It is the Spring-tide now.


Soon hand in sunburnt hand

Thro' God's green fairyland,

England, our home,

Whispering as they stray

Adown the primrose way,

Lovers will roam.

It is the Spring-tide now.