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Summer is i-cumen in,
Loudly sing cuckoo!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed
And springeth the wood now.
Sing Cuckoo!
Ewe bleateth after lamb,
Loweth after calve cow;
Bullock sterteth, bucke verteth;
Merrily sing, Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
Well singest thou, cuckoo,
Nor cease thou never now.
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