A Lover's Almanac

'Tis not tlit? ringhig o' the birds, Nor Iminic roaiiny live, Tlmt mnki b i ha auaty month of May The Limo o1 Spring to me; For wln-n it i uu winter o.uild AikI sniw-clnd evciy ín ■, II J. nnie's hand I-only Imuld 'Tis prmg-liinu tln-n to me. Tis not tlie blooming o' tho rose, Nor hummiag o' the ix-e, Tbat nutkee the Umfy numth o' June Xho Siniiiiur-iiiiu' to in ; Tot wben it's winter, cauTd and drcar And -iiaw-iini overy trtnj, II' I but ken thut Ji.'anif' ncur, Et'fl SuinniLT-tiiiio lo mo. Wore suri y winter the year To take tour times his dun, And rob the olher leagom quite, I ui hinv I u .-i'l nu care ; For if my Jeunie loea me ireeli And if she constitnt l"-, Tlie Spiiiiff-time and the Summer-time Will ucvor gu fine me.