"Miri it is while sumer ilast"

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"

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