Come, come away! the spring,
By every bird that can but sing,
Or chirp a note, doth now invite
Us forth to taste of his delight,
In field, in grove, on hill, in dale;
But above all the nightingale,
Who in her sweetness strives t'outdo
The loudness of the hoarse cuckoo.
"Cuckoo," cries he; "Jug, jug, jug," sings she;
From bush to bush, from tree to tree:
Why in one place then tarry we?
Come away! why do we stay?
We have no debt or rent to pay;
No bargains or accounts to make,
Nor land or lease to let or take:
Or if we had, should that remore us
When all the world's our own before us,
And where we pass and make resort,
It is our kingdom and our court?
"Cuckoo," cries he; "Jug, jug, jug," sings she;
From bush to bush, from tree to tree:
Why in one place then tarry we?
Notes
This is taken from "A Jovial Crew, or the Merry Beggars" 1652 by Richard Brome (1590-1652)
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Melodious
The baggers are happy for they have many reasons to be happy. so they don’t mind being poor. the poet has very tactfully compared the singing and joy and the state of mind , as none of these have any possessions or wealth or property so they are free from all type of worries and are singing aloud...
"Cuckoo," cries he; "Jug, jug, jug," sings she;
From bush to bush, from tree to tree:
Why in one place then tarry we?
Its a very sweet song of joy
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