I sleep so sound all night, mother, I am sure I shall never wake.
So you'd better call me loud, mother, and perhaps you'll have to shake:
I shall want some coffee hot and strong, before I'm called away,
To shiver as Queen o' the May, mother, to shiver as Queen o' the May.
As I was coming home to-night, whom think you I should see
But DOCTOR SQUILLS! And he saw that my nose was as red as red could be;
And he said the weather was cruel sharp, that I'd better stay away,—
But I'm chosen Queen o' the May, mother, so I must be Queen o' the May.
The honeysuckle round the porch is white with sleety showers,