Season

 1 Spring| herself sings eulogies to God.~Oft at the very dawn, even before
 2 Spring|       man, that heartless foe, oft terrifies us all, ~As he
 3 Spring|        the parental nest, ~And oft he climbs a tree and kills
 4 Spring|    shoe cobbler as he was, ~So oft would beat your back with
 5 Spring|      our silly games. ~We boys oft gathered in the yards and
 6 Spring|     which hardly moves along, ~Oft drags a heavy load to a
 7 Spring|        livelihood by toil;~Yet oft, when times are hard and
 8 Spring|     not too much of that. ~And oft the selfsame fate befalls
 9 Summer|       and groan so much, ~That oft they come to us in search
10 Summer|  debauching devils dance. ~Too oft many a fool, when the glad
11 Summer|        But his stooge, Diksas, oft outdoes his brutish boss; ~
12 Summer|     much, ~You, like a father, oft for the poor victims spoke. ~
13 Summer|         And my poor mother had oft times to beg for alms.~Because
14 Summer|       such a brainless fool so oft sticks out his chest, ~Boasts
15 Summer|     and other bracing drinks, ~Oft times are seen - one here,
16 Summer|   enough to taste. ~Have I not oft told you to reap the crops
17 Autumn|      styles they wore, as some oft do. ~No; each one donned
18 Autumn|       and rough and crude,~And oft at gatherings his talk is
19 Autumn|        life ir sorrowful. ~Too oft the drenching rains pour
20 Autumn|       our ill-clad backs; ~Too oft the blazing sun beats down
21 Autumn|        word.~Among Lithuanians oft a stinker comes along,~And
22 Autumn|  sensless simpletons, ~And yet oft times themselves behave
23 Autumn|       To you, just like to me, oft falls such a remorse. ~This
24 Autumn|         I feel so sorry that I oft can't hold my tears. ~Because
25 Autumn|  befell to me, ~And what quite oft befalls to many boors each
26 Autumn|    they obeyed and praised God oft and more than we, ~And went
27 Autumn|      it. Hard-drinking parents oft ~Drag their own brainless
28 Autumn|        new ways of life, ~Were oft inclined to think that only
29 Winter|      shame e'en to admit - ~So oft the forester has caught
30 Winter|          So many wilful rogues oft disobey their lords, ~And
31 Winter|     tis, indeed, too bad, when oft a stupid man ~Shoots rashly
32 Winter|        Daugkalba, a driveler, ~Oft screeches like a cockerel
33 Winter|       and his maid, Susukate, ~Oft have told why he is afraid
34 Winter|    treasure chest, ~Avows that oft his liege, before the roosters
35 Winter|       to be fed, ~And know how oft they should be watered ev'
36 Winter|    tales of those who suffered oft and much.~You are but silly