STAINES MORRIS



Come ye young men, come along

With your music, dance and song

Bring your lasses in your hands

For tis that which love commands



Then to the Maypole haste away

For 'tis now our holiday



It is the choice time of the year

For the violets now appear

Now the rose receives its birth

And the pretty primrose decks the earth



Here each bachelor may choose

One that will not faith abuse

Nor repay, with coy disdain

Love that should be loved again

And when you well reckoned have

What kisses you your sweetheart gave

Take them all again, and more

It will never make them poor



When you thus have spent your time

And the day be past its prime

To your beds repair at night

And dream there of your day's delight



@seasonal @ritual @plant @courtship

recorded by John and Tony

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