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NOW IS THE MONTH OF MAYING. |
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2. 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 bag-pipe's sound The nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la la la la la la. |
3. Fye then, why sit we musing, Sweet youth's delights 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, |
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