Thomas Morley - Now Is The Month Of Maying lyrics

Now is the month of maying, When merry lads are playing, fa la, Each with his bonny la** Upon the greeny gra**. Fa la. The Spring, clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, fa la, And to the bagpipe's sound The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la. Fie then! why sit we musing, Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la. Say, dainty nymphs, and speak, Shall we play at barley-break? Fa la.