Now Is the Month of Maying

Listen to the choir singing this:

OW IS THE month of Maying, Where merry lads are playing,

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

Now is the month of Maying,

Where merry lads are playing,

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

Each with his bonnie lass,

A-dancing on the grass.

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

Each with his bonnie lass,

A-dancing on the grass.

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,

Doth laugh at Winter’s sadness,

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,

Doth laugh at Winter’s sadness,

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

And to the bagpipes’ sound

The nymphs tread out the ground.

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

And to the bagpipes’ sound

The nymphs tread out the ground.

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

Fie, then, why sit we musing,

Youth’s sweet delight refusing?

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

Fie, then, why sit we musing,

Youth’s sweet delight refusing?

Fa la la la la la la la la,

fa la la la la la la.

Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,

Shall we play barley break?

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,

Shall we play barley break?

Fa la la la la,

fa la la la la la la la la la la la.

— THOMAS MORLEY

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