Now Is The Month Of Maying

	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
	Fie then why sit we musing
	Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa La
	Say dainty nymphs and speak,
	Shall we play barley break? Fa La