The merry, merry month of May

We roamed the fields and river sides,

When we were young and gay;

We chased the bees and plucked the flowers,

In the merry, merry month of May.

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,

We whiled away the hours away;

The skies were bright,

Our hearts were light,

In the merry, merry month of May.

Our voices echo'd through the glen,

With blithe and joyful ring;

We built our huts of mossy stones,

And we dabbled in the hillside spring.

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,

We whiled away the hours away;

The skies were bright,

Our hearts were light,

In the merry, merry month of May.

We joyed to meet and griev'd to part,

We sigh'd when night came on;

We went to rest with longing heart,

For the come of the bright day dawn.

Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,

We whiled away the hours away;

The skies were bright,

Our hearts were light,

In the merry, merry month of May.