To shorten winter's sadness
See where the nymphs with gladness
Disguisèd all are coming
Right wantonly a-mumming
Fa la
Though masks encloud their beauty
Yet give the eye her duty
When Heaven is dark it shineth
And unto love inclineth
Fa la
Whilst youthful sports are lasting
To feasting turn our fasting;
With revels and with wassails
Make grief and care our vasals
Fa la
For youth it well beseemeth
That pleasure he esteemeth;
And sullen age is hated
That mirth would have abated
Fa la
To shorten winter’s sadness was written by Thomas Weelkes.