the ter it is past

the ter it is past, and the sur es at st

and the sall birds, they sg on ev&039;ry tree;

now ev&039;ry thg is gd, while i a very sad,

sce y true love is parted fro

the rose upon the breer, by the waters runng clear,

ay have chars for the l or the bee;

their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,

but y true love is parted fro