For summer is a-come in to-day;

You are so fair a damsel as any in the land,

In the merry morning of May!

Rise up Master ——, and reach to me your hand,

For summer is a-come in to day;

And you shall have a lively lass, and a thousand pounds in hand,

In the merry morning of May!

Where are the maidens that here now should sing?

For summer is a-come in to day,