Staines Morris

Come ye young men, come along
With your music, dance and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For 'tis love which thus commands

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

'Tis the choice time of the year
For the violets now appear
Now the rose receives its birth
And pretty primrose decks the earth

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

Here each bachelor will choose
One that will not faith abuse
Nor repay with coy distain
Love that should be loved again

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

And to you thus well reckoned have
What kisses your sweetheart gave
Take them all again and more
It will never make them poor

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

When you thus have spent your time
Till the day is past its prime
To your beds repair at night
And dream there of your day’s delight

Then to the Maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday