MAY-DAY.
All hail the bright, the rosy morn,
The first of blushing May,
While fragrant flowers the fields adorn.
And Nature smiles so gay.
Oh, what a joyous festival
To all the young and fair,
Who love to rove through verdant fields
All hail the bright, the rosy morn,
The first of blushing May,
While fragrant flowers the fields adorn.
And Nature smiles so gay.
Oh, what a joyous festival
To all the young and fair,
Who love to rove through verdant fields