The pleasant month of May Is now a coming on, The fields are a springing, The trees are in full bloom; So ye maidens and ye swains, Like lambkins do play, And it's welcome, ye shepherds, And sing lull, lull, lull a-day. And it's now in the pleasant month of May, month of May, In the month of May. Now that I am single, And I can take no rest, All in my true love's arms I should think myself blest; So ye maidens and ye swains, etc. Now that I am married, And I can take my ease, All in my true love's arms I can do just as I please; So ye maidens and ye swains, etc. |