Title: Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics - Month of May

Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk Month of May 
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. 
Sung by the Copper Family JY