WANDERING IN THE MAY-TIME.
Wandering in the May-time, sweet it is to rove,
Just before the hay-time, through the leafy grove;
When the grass is bending, wave-like in the breeze,
And the white-thorns sending perfumes from the trees,
And the white-thorns sending perfumes from the trees.
Solo.—First Voice.
Spring she is a maiden, waiting to be wooed,
Hiding blossoms laden in her solitude;
Coy she is, and meeker than the summer fair,
But for those who seek her, gifts she has more rare,
But for those who seek her, gifts she has more rare.
(Repeat 1st verse.)
Solo.—Second Voice.
Yes, her sweets will rifle all her brightest flowers—
Of her wealth a trifle, they shall soon be ours;
When the birds are singing welcome to the May,
When the flowers are springing, we’ll be there to-day.
Duet.
Just, just before the hay-time, birds begin to sing,
Wandering in the May-time, welcome to the Spring;
Just before the hay-time, sweet it is to rove,
Wandering in the May-time, through the leafy grove,
Wandering in the May-time, through the leafy grove.
Just before the hay-time, sweet it is to rove,
Wandering in the May-time, through the leafy grove;
Wandering in the May-time, wandering in the May-time,
Through, through, through the leafy grove.