Drawing near to the merry month of May.
II
Rise up, the master of this house, all in your chain of gold,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;
We hope you’re not offended, this night we make so bold,
Drawing near the pleasant month of May.
III
Oh! rise, the mistress of this house, with gold upon your breast,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;
And if your body be asleep, we hope your soul’s at rest,