Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
And springþ þe wde nu, Sing cuccu! Awe bleteþ after lomb, Lhouþ after calue cu. Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ, Murie sing cuccu! Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu. Pes:
Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!
Summer has come in, Loudly sing, Cuckoo! The seed grows and the meadow blooms And the wood springs anew, Sing, Cuckoo! The ewe bleats after the lamb The cow lows after the calf. The bullock stirs, the stag farts, Merrily sing, Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo, well you sing, cuckoo; Don’t ever you stop now,
Sing cuckoo now. Sing, Cuckoo. Sing Cuckoo. Sing cuckoo now!
This lovely four part cannon was written down in around 1240, but is maybe even older. Such a lovely cheerful song, especially jovially singing the joys of Bucks farting! ;-)
Inspired by this gifset. And the fact that bechloe88 came screaming at me to write this. So. Yeah. This one is for you again, asshole. =P
Apologies ahead of time, hasn’t been beta’d. I literally just finished it and am rushing off to refocus my attention, because I should have been writing something else.
Chloe Beale knows
better. Knows this town like the back of her hand. Knows the quickest
route to the theatre just like she knows when to avoid fifty-fifth.
Just like she knows not to
venture down back alleys after dark. Or before dark for that matter.
This part of town was pretty sketch no matter the time of day.