Ammon Wrigley - "Come Out, the Spring is Roaming"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

Come Out, the Spring is Roaming

Come out, the Spring is roaming,
We'll follow to the hills,
And see her spilling coltsfoot
And dropping daffodils;
She’s laughing o’er the meadows
With the wind of the south,
And flinging joyous music
Into the skylark’s mouth.
The thrush is with his lady
A courting in the grove,
The linnet in the whitethorn
Is nearly wild with love,
The rooks are newly-wedded,
The elms are all a-caw,
And magpies in the rickyard
Are stealing farmer’s straw.
Come out, the Spring is roaming,
She hasn’t long to stay,
She'll leave us like the cuckoo
That summer drives away,
So what’s the use of moping,
When April skies are blue,
When Spring goes out a-roaming
Then we’ll go roaming too.

Ammon Wrigley - "Come Out, the Spring is Roaming"

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