"Cowslip time"
di Winifred M. Letts (1882-1936)

God bless the time when cowslips grow
High and low, high and low;
When never a place you're like to pass,
But there's cowslips deep in the meadow grass;
Over the rath* when the winds do blow
They're swinging and nodding to and fro.
Oh it's well to be young when the cowslips grow!
Old age will come - what matter so?
High and low, high and low
The cowslips shine when the spring comes round,
In ev'ry meadow and patch of ground.
And you'll watch your childher's childher go
Off to the fields where the spring winds blow.
Oh! It's well for the world when the cowslips grow!