The sun does arise and may capy the skies, the muddy bells ring to welcome the spring. The sky-lock and thrush, the birds of the bush sing louder around to the bells cheerful sound, while our sports shall be seen on the echoing green. Full John with white hair, does laugh away care, sitting under the oak, among the old folk, they laugh at our play, and soon they all say such, such were the joys when we all girls and boys in our youth time were seen on the echoing green. Till the little ones weary, no more can be married. The sun does descend and our sports have an end. Round the laps of their mothers, many sisters and brothers like birds in their nest, are ready for rest and sport, no more singing on the darkening green.