Now Is the Month of Maying

Now is the month of maying

When merry lads are playing Fa la la

Each with his bonny lasse

Upon the greeny grasse Fa la la

Th e Spring clad all in gladnesse

Doth laugh at Winter’s sadnesse Fa la la

And to the bagpips sound

Th e nimphs tread out their ground Fa la la

Fye then! Why sit wee musing

Youths sweet delight refusing? Fa la la

Say daintie nimphs and speake

Shall wee play barly breake? Fa la la