MONTH OF MAY



'Twas in the pleasant month of May,

In the springtime of the year,

And down in yonder meadow

There runs a river clear.

See how the little fishes,

How they do sport and play;

Causes many a lad and many a lass

To go there a-making hay.



Then in comes that scythesman,

That meadow to now down,

With his old leathered bottle

And the ale that runs so brown.

There's many a stout and a labouring man

Goes there his skill to try;

He works, he mows, he sweats, he blows,

And the grass cuts very dry.

Then in comes both Tom and Dick

With their pitchforks and their rakes,

And likewise black-eyed Susan

The hay all for to make.

There's a sweet, sweet, sweet and a jug, jug, jug;

How the harmless birds do sing

From the morning to the evening

As were a-haymaking.



It was just at one evening

As the sun was a-going down,

We saw the jolly piper

Come a-strolling through the town.

There he pulled out his tapering pipes

And he made the valleys ring;

So we all put down our rakes and forks

And we left off haymaking.



We called for a dance

And we tripped it along;

We danced all round the haycocks

Till the rising of the sun.

When the sun did shine such a glorious light,

How the harmless birds did sing;

Each lad he took his lass in hand

And went back to his haymaking.



@seasonal @farm @music @drink

Sung by the Copper Family

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