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!
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- by Winifred Mary Letts (1882 - 1972) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Cowslip time", op. 139 no. 3, published 1913, from A Fire of Turf, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
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