.Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing, Fa La
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa La
The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, Fa la
And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground, Fa la
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