To the May punch

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!

You spicy fragrant little flower,

How you bloom so delicately and finely

In the Beechgrove, on the meadow's edge.

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!

There is such hot sunshine

No rain falls on bush and stone,

O woe! what pain does thirst create!

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!

Only freshly in the shell,

Make us wine from the nectar;

Then you shall be praised highly.

Sweet Woodruff, Sweet Woodruff,

Sweet Woodruff!