O the merry, merry spring!

The merry, merry spring, the bright, bright spring

What joy she shakes from her flow'ry wing!

When youth bird sings from its leafy nest

How happy it sleeps on its Mother's breast

How sweet to roam at beauty's side

Thro' glens, and bells, and woondland's wide

How sweet to sit by a fountain clear

And whisper love to a Maiden's ear!

O the merry, merry Spring, the bright, bright Spring

What joy she shakes from her flow'ry wing!

At merry, merry morn, or Evening still,

How sweet to roam by the balmy hill;

To call a wreath of the flowrets rare

To twine 'mid the locks of a Maiden's hair;

How sweet to fly from care and strife

And the dull cold round of City life

To roam the wood and shady grove

And plight out troth, To the Maid we love!