Come, let us go forth to the mead,
Let us see how the primroses spring;
We'll lodge in some village on Tweed,
And love, where the feathered folks sing.
Vernantem in campum mecum descende, novique
Videris, ut surgat primula, veris honos.
Dum populus circum cantat pennatus, amori
Quam mecum ad Tuedam lenta vacare potes!
Videris, ut surgat primula, veris honos.
Dum populus circum cantat pennatus, amori
Quam mecum ad Tuedam lenta vacare potes!
Original text (Latin)