From 'The Winter's Tale':
When daffodils begin to peer -
With heigh! the doxy over the dale -
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year,
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge -
With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! -
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge,
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
The lark, that tirra-lyra chants -
With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay -
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
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