Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages - Unknown

Drawing near unto the merry month of May.

God bless this house and arbour, your riches and your store,

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

We hope the Lord will prosper you, both now and evermore,

Drawing near unto the merry month of May.

And now comes we must leave you, in peace and plenty here,

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

We shall not sing you May again until another year,

To draw you these cold winters away.