Now is the month of maying
When merry lads are playing, fa la
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. 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 barley-break? Fa la
In Praise of May was written by John Ireland.