MAY
DAY
.
THE
village
bells
ring
merrily
,
The
milk
maids
sing
so
cheerily
,
With
flow'ry
wreaths
and
ribbons
crown'd
,
Now
May
Day
comes
its
annual
round
;
The
may-pole
rears
its
lofty
head
,
Round
on
the
turf
they
dance
and
play
;
While
I
the
distant
pathway
tread
,
And
shun
their
dance
,
and
festive
lay
.
The
wither'd
leaves
fell
mournfully
,
The
autumn
blast
blew
cold
for
me
,
When
Lubin
left
me
at
the
door
Of
our
lone
cottage
on
the
moor
.
He
follows
far
the
fife
and
drum
,
In
scarlet
deck'd
,
and
feathers
gay
;
Ah
!
while
he
wanders
far
from
home
,
How
can
I
hail
the
festive
May
?