And the daffydowndilly
To adorn and perfume the sweet meadows in June.
’Tis all before the plough the fat oxen go slow,
But the lads and the lasses to the sheep-shearing go.
“Our shepherds rejoice in their fine heavy fleeces,
And frisky young lambs which their flocks do increase.
Each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass,
Where the pink and the lily,
And the daffydowndilly