O we've been rambling all this night 
And some part of this day,
And now we have returned again 
And have brought you a branch of May.
 
A branch of May we've brought to you
And at your door it stands,
It is but a spray, but it's bright and gay
By the work of our Lord's hands. Ah. Ah..
 
The fields they are so green, 
So green as any leaf;
Our Lord, our God has watered them
With heavenly dew so sweet.

Awake, awake, you pretty, pretty maid,
Out of our rosy dream,
And step into your dairy below
And fetch us a bowl of cream.
 
Our song is done and we must be gone,
No longer can we stay,
So God bless you all, both great and small, 
And we wish you a joyful May.