Full of Blossoms fresh and gay:
Oh the Charming Month of May,
Charming, Charming Month of May.
Oh what Joys our Prospect yields,
In a new Livery when we see every,
Bush and Meadow, Tree and Field, &c.
Oh what Joys, &c. Charming Joys, &c.
Oh how fresh the Morning Air,
When the Zephirs and the Hephirs,
Their Odoriferous Breaths compare,