The cock is crowing,
 The stream is flowing,
 The small birds twitter,
 The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
 The oldest and youngest
 Are at work with the strongest;
 The cattle are grazing,
 Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

 Like an army defeated
 The snow hath retreated,
 And now doth fare ill
 On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
 There's joy in the mountains;
 There's life in the fountains;
 Small clouds are sailing,
 Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!