"The Merry, Merry Month of May"

The Merry Merry Month of May

We roamed the fields and river sides
 When we were young and gay
We chased the bee and culled the flowers
 In the Merry Merry month of May
  Chorus.— O yes with ever changing sports
     We whiled the hours away
     The skies were bright
     Our hearts were light
     In the merry merry month of May

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Our voices echo'd through the glen
 With blithe and joyfull ring
We built our huts of mossy stones
 And dabble in the hill-side spring
    Chorus.
     O Yes - +c.