Season

 1 Spring|          is in this, the life of men, ~When we stop to observe
 2 Spring|             When for the sins of men God punishes the world. ~
 3 Spring|         But you, good neighbors, men of home and family - ~You,
 4 Spring|         could not scorn our fine men. ~"Yes," Prickus continued, "
 5 Spring|        go without a thread; ~The men must wear again the same
 6 Summer|        days come and gone. ~Hail men, with the advent of sunny
 7 Summer|       There are too many godless men, ~On whose infernal tongues
 8 Summer|    Prickus walked inside. ~"Now, men," the chief commune began
 9 Summer|    thills and wheels,~With other men and boys sped down the winding
10 Summer|         He was a gentleman! Such men are hard to find. ~He loved
11 Summer|    chasing hens, intimidates his men. ~But his stooge, Diksas,
12 Summer|      with manure?~So never mind, men, dig and fetch the precious
13 Summer|     youngster got ahead of older men. ~As soon as I had seen
14 Summer|     grace are waning fast away; ~Men now refuse to wear white
15 Summer|    repute. ~"And now some of our men are e'en ashamed to eat ~
16 Summer|         not begun to work. ~Good men like ants rush on to end
17 Summer|      complained, large crowds of men appeared, ~Ashouting, "Jump,
18 Summer|      that just our elegant young men ~At banquets with young
19 Summer|       all is grace that the rich men admire, ~And that all things
20 Summer|   milking buckets watered raging men and boys. ~And as they played
21 Summer|      fail to do their work. ~"Oh men, why don't you stop your
22 Summer|     winter days.~Of course, most men care not for such tidbits
23 Summer|         ladies, shall we now let men shame us like that? ~What
24 Summer|      noise! Whence does it come? Men, you belittle us. ~Do you
25 Summer|     sight of these stern-visaged men ~Became so much afraid,
26 Autumn|        his lanky legs. ~Like the men, women, too, were on the
27 Autumn|      dance with the proud rustic men. ~Klisis, with ugly boots,
28 Autumn|    guests appeared two uninvited men, ~The twain were Slunkius
29 Autumn|         tis brazen shame for you men to sneak in, ~Where but
30 Autumn|         and did not smoke; ~Some men feared trouble so that e'
31 Autumn|          rich or of high-ranking men. ~Here three befattened
32 Autumn|          rushed in,~Asqualling: "Men, rejoice! New feasts are
33 Autumn|       could do. ~Many a time our men drink much more than they
34 Autumn|        to be sold, ~Without such men as Lauras, Krizas and Enskys? ~
35 Autumn|        that chills the hearts of men. ~My friend, for this old
36 Autumn|       ashamed to mix with decent men. ~Neither of you is fit
37 Autumn|        thing: ~Dodys and his six men, while threshing in the
38 Autumn|     fight brought among peaceful men. ~Many a decent man forsook
39 Autumn|       the house; ~Then uninvited men sneaked in and milled around. ~
40 Autumn|       costly beer, ~And told his men to tap them in the dining
41 Autumn|        who are good and faithful men, ~In need of daily bread,
42 Autumn|          Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;~They
43 Autumn|        kind parental care. ~Take men like Selmas, he is worthy
44 Autumn|       irreverent and the ungodly men.~And so 'twill always be,
45 Autumn|          the patriarchs and holy men of old,~And so said Christ,
46 Autumn|        the hair of the malicious men. ~Awake ye, brethren, and
47 Winter|      greater sin it is when evil men ~Chop down a mighty oak,
48 Winter|        never drives too hard the men who work for him; ~When
49 Winter|            The chief and all his men, on hearing this grim tale, ~
50 Winter| themselves and hurt their fellow men. ~Did not our gentle squire,
51 Winter|      lifts his crest. ~Alas, few men these days know how to govern
52 Winter|          days know how to govern men, ~And while so governing
53 Winter|       friends, how grateful some men are! ~That's how we are
54 Winter|      ashamed to taunt our decent men. ~Ye, arrogant Frenchmen,
55 Winter|          way.~Just ask the hoary men, you beardless nincompoops,~
56 Winter| loveliness,~And crowned us, aged men, with wreaths of gray despair.~