"Seven Ginger Flowers" painting By Ted Mundorff
Now is the month of maying
By Thomas Morley
Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing.
Fa la la...
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la...
The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at winter's sadness.
Fa la la...
And to the Bagpipes sound,
the Nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa la la...
Fie then why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la...
Say dainty Nymphs and speak,
shall we play barley break?
Fa la la...
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