Silver to spend with; gold to keep;

Till spin the green round World asleep,

And Heaven its dews be staying.

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OLD MAY SONG

All in this pleasant evening, together come are we,

For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;

We tell you of a blossoming and buds on every tree,

Drawing near unto the merry month of May.

Rise up, the master of this house, put on your charm of gold,