For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;
Be not in pride offended with your name we make so bold,
Drawing near unto the merry month of May.
Rise up, the mistress of this house, with gold along your breast;
For the summer springs so fresh, green and gay;
And if your body be asleep, we hope your soul's at rest,
Drawing near unto the merry month of May.
Rise up, the children of this house, all in your rich attire,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;
And every hair upon your heads shines like the silver wire: