O lusty May

O lusty May, with Flora Queen,

The balme drops from Phoebus' sheen

Prelucent beams before the day,

By Diana groweth green

Through gladness of this lusty May.

Then Hesperus that is so bright,

To woeful hearts he casteth light

Right pleasantly before the day,

And shows and sheds forth of that sight

Through gladness of this lusty May.

The birds on broughs of ev'ry sorth

Send forth their notes and make great mirht

On banks that bloom on ev'ry brae,

And fare and fly o'er field and firth

Through gladness of this lusty May.

All lovers' hearts that are in care,

To their ladies they do repair

On fresh mornings before the day,

And are in mirht aye more and more

Through gladness of this lusty May.

Of all the monthes of the year,

To mirthful May there is no peer,

Then glist'ring garments are so fay,

Ye lovers all make merry cheer

Through gladness of this lusty May.