A Maypole Haste Away


Come ye young men come along
With your music, dance, and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For tis that which love commands

Chorus:
Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday


When you thus have spent your time
And the day be past its prime
To your beds repair at night
And dream there of your day's delight

Chorus