BY a bank as I lay, Myself alone did muse: @3Hey ho!@1 A bird's sweet voice Did me rejoice, She sang before the day. Methought full well I wot her lay; She said the winter's past @3Hey ho! Down, derry down, down, derry down, derry down, derry down, derry down, derry down, down.@1 Master of Spring's sweet music, The lusty nightingale @3Hey ho!@1 Full merrily and secretly She singeth in the thyke; Within her breast a thorn doth prick To keep off her from sleep. @3Hey ho! Down derry, down, etc.@1 Waken, therefore, youngmen, All ye that lovers be. @3Hey ho!@1 This month of May So fresh, so gay, So fair by field and fen, Hath flowered o'er each leafy den: Great joy it is to see. @3Hey ho! Down derry, down, etc.@1 |