Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, br That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}, br And driven away the long{.e} nyght{.e}s blak{.e}! br br Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte, br Thus syngen smal{.e} foul{.e}s for thy sak{.e}: br Now welcome, somer, with thy sonn{.e} soft{.e}, br That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}. br br Wel han they caus{.e} for to gladen oft{.e}, br Sith ech of hem recover{.e}d hath hys mak{.e}; br Ful blissful mowe they syng{.e} when they wak{.e}: br Now welcome, somer, with thy sonn{.e} soft{.e} br That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e} br And driven away the long{.e} nyght{.e}s blak{.