Sweet, how sweet, the hawthorn blooming,
Round the balmy air perfuming,
Lovely May, these are thy treasures,
In thy train attend the pleasures, --
These thy treasures, lovely May.

On thy green lap flowrets springing,
Hark the merry birds are singing;
While the maidens featly dancing,
Hail thy footsteps slow advancing, --
These thy pleasures, lovely May.

Vi'lets with the primrose twining,
Dipp'd in dew, their hues combining,
Form the wreath thy brows adorning,
Fair and fresh, as early morning, --
These thy treasures, lovely May.

Come, sweet May, come softly smiling,
No chill blasts our hopes beguiling;
Guard the summer's blossom'd treasures,
In thy train attend the pleasures, --
These thy pleasures, lovely May.