'Twas in the glorious month of May
A. Barnett
'Twas in the glorious month of May,
When all the buds were blowing,
I felt -- ah me, how sweet it was! --
Love in my heart a-growing.
'Twas in the glorious month of May,
When all the birds were quiring,
In burning words I told her all
My yearning, my aspiring.