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.