"Miri it is while sumer ilast"

anonymous, 13th century

Miri it is while sumer ilast
with fugheles song.
Oc nu necheth windes blast
and weder strong.
Ei, ei! What this night is long
and ich with well michel wrong
soregh and murne and fast.

Summer was fine, but now it's past
and the birds are gone.
Now here comes the winter blast
and storms blow strong.
Hay, hey! Oh, this night is long
and I'm the man who's been done wrong
and I suffer and moan and fast.

"Sumer is icumen in"

anonymous, 13th century

Sumer is icumen in,
lhude sing, cuccu.
Groweth sed and bloweth med
and springth the wude nu.
Sung, cuccu.

Awe bleteth after lomb,
lhowth after calve cu.
Bulluc sterteth, buck verteth
murye sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes thu cuccu,
ne swik thu naver nu.

Now the summer is come in,
loudly sing cuckoo.
Grows the seed and blooms the mead
and springs the wood anew.
Sing cuckoo.

Ewes are bleating after lambs,
cows seek their calves, and moo.
Bullocks bound, bucks go to ground,
merry sing cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, you sing so well cuckoo,
never cease now.

Last updated: June 23rd, 1997