Delight it is in youth and May

Delight it is in youth and May

To see the morn arise,

And more delight to look all day

A lover in the eyes.

Oh maiden, let your distaff be,

And pace the flowery meads with me,

And I will tell you lies.

'Tis blithe to see the sunshine fail,

And hear the land grow still

And listen till the nightingale

Is heard beneath the hill.

Oh follow me where she is flown

Into the leafy woods alone,

And I will work you ill.