Bronson Alcott's Fruitlands, compiled by Clara Endicott Sears / With Transcendental Wild Oats, by Louisa M. Alcott

by Unknown

We sang the following song:

SONG OF MAY

Hail, all hail, thou merry month of May,

We will hasten to the woods away

Among the flowers so sweet and gay,

Then away to hail the merry merry May—

The merry merry May—

Then away to hail the merry merry month of May.

Hark, hark, hark, to hail the month of May,

How the songsters warble on the spray,