Do 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.
“Here stands our brown jug, and ’tis filled with good ale,
Our table, our table shall increase and not fail.
We’ll joke and we’ll sing,
And dance in a ring,
Where the pink and the lily,
And the daffydowndilly
Do adorn and perfume the sweet meadows in June.