by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

See where my love a‑maying goes
Language: English 
See where my love a-maying goes
With sweet dame Flora sporting!
She most alone with nightingales
In woods' delights consorting.

Turn again my dearest!
The pleasantest air's in meadows;
Else by the river let us breathe,
And kiss amongst the willows.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 41