John Ireland - The Lent Lily

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found

And there's the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter Day

And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will
But not the daffodil

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter Day