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LYRICS:
1. Now is the month of maying, when merry lads are playing
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Each with his bonnie lass, a-dancing on the grass
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
2. The Spring, clad all in gladness, doth laugh at Winter's sadness
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
And to the bagpipe's sound, The nymphs tread out the ground
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
3. Fie, then, why sit we musing, youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
Say, dainty nymph, and speak, shall we play barley break?
Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
