Full Lyrics
Thy praises, Autumn, will we sing,
Thou, ruddy as thy ruby wine,
Compared with thee how pale the Spring!
Thy colouring how richly fine!
Ripe golden corn and purple grapes,
With peach and apple's rosy cheek;
Combining hue with grace of shape:
Who shall their beauties fitly speak?
The eye, the taste, thou dost rejoice,
To love thee, Autumn, who can fall?
Then let us pledge thee heart and voice,
In loving cup thine own bright ale.
