Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing br With the merry cricket's singing, br Oft to mark with curious eye br If the vine-tree's time be nigh: br Here is now the fruit whose birth br Cost a throe to Mother Earth. br Sweet it is, too, to be telling, br How the luscious figs are swelling; br Then to riot without measure br In the rich, nectareous treasure, br While our grateful voices chime,-- br Happy season! blessed time.