It's a rosebud in June, 
and the violets in full bloom
The small birds are singing 
love songs from each spray.
 
Refrain:
 We'll pipe and we'll sing, Love,
 We'll dance in a ring, Love.
 When each lad takes his lass,
 All on the green grass,
 And it's all to plow
 Where the fat oxen graze low;
 And the lads and the lasses do sheepshearing go.
 
When we have all shear'd, our jolly, jolly sheep
Nothing brings more joy, than to talk of their increase.
(Refrain)