by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

The merry, merry month of May
Language: English 
We roamed the fields and river sides, 
When we were young and gay; 
We chased the bees and plucked the flowers, 
In the merry, merry month of May. 

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, 
We whiled away the hours away; 
The skies were bright, 
Our hearts were light, 
In the merry, merry month of May. 

Our voices echo'd through the glen, 
With blithe and joyful ring; 
We built our huts of mossy stones, 
And we dabbled in the hillside spring. 

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, 
We whiled away the hours away; 
The skies were bright, 
Our hearts were light, 
In the merry, merry month of May. 

We joyed to meet and griev'd to part, 
We sigh'd when night came on; 
We went to rest with longing heart, 
For the come of the bright day dawn. 

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, 
We whiled away the hours away; 
The skies were bright, 
Our hearts were light, 
In the merry, merry month of May.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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