But most of all they goe || To find where Love doth growe,
Each young man knowes ’tis so, || Else hee’s a clowne:
For ’tis an old saying, || “There is great joying,
When maids go a Maying,” || They’ll have a greene gowne.
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Maidens and young men goe, || As ’tis an order old,
For to drink merrily and eat spiced cakes;
The lads and the lasses their customs wil hold,
For they wil goe walk i’ th’ fields, like loving mates:
Em calls for Mary, || And Ruth calls for Sarah,