Sellenger's Round (William Byrd)

In Summer time when flowers do spring
and birds sit on a tree,
Let lords and knights say what they will
there's none so merry as we,
There's Will and Moll,
Here's Harry and Doll,
With Brian and bonny Betty,
Oh, how they did jerk it,
Caper and ferk it,
Under the Greenwood Tree.

O'er Hills and Dales, and Whitsun Ales,"
We Dance a Merry fit;
When Susan sweet with John doth meet,
She gives him Hit for Hit;
From Head to Foot,
She holds him to't,
And Jumps as high as he;
O how they do spring it,
Flounce it and Fling it,
Under the Greenwood Tree.

On Meads and Launs, we trip like Fauns,
Like Fillies, Kids, or Lambs;
We have no twinge to make us cringe
Or crinkle in the Hams;
When some disease
Doth on us seize,
With one consent go we;
To Jigg it and Jerk it,
Caper and Ferk it,
Under the Greenwood Tree;

When we're well fir'd, and almost tir'd,
That Night is drawing on;
And that we must confess as just
Our Dancing day is done;
The Night is spent
With more content,
For then we all agree;
To Cock it and Dock it,
Smock it and Knock it,
Under the Greenwood Tree.