| Lyrics: | MONTH OF MAY
'Twas in the pleasant month of May,
In the springtime of the
year,
And down in yonder meadow
There runs a river clear.
See how the little
fishes,
How they do sport and play;
Causes many a lad and many a lass
To go there
a-making hay.
Then in comes that scythesman,
That meadow to now down,
With his
old leathered bottle
And the ale that runs so brown.
There's many a stout and a labouring
man
Goes there his skill to try;
He works, he mows, he sweats, he blows,
And the
grass cuts very dry.
Then in comes both Tom and Dick
With their pitchforks and their
rakes,
And likewise black-eyed Susan
The hay all for to make.
There's a sweet, sweet,
sweet and a jug, jug, jug;
How the harmless birds do sing
From the morning to the
evening
As were a-haymaking.
It was just at one evening
As the sun was a-going
down,
We saw the jolly piper
Come a-strolling through the town.
There he pulled out
his tapering pipes
And he made the valleys ring;
So we all put down our rakes and
forks
And we left off haymaking.
We called for a dance
And we tripped it
along;
We danced all round the haycocks
Till the rising of the sun.
When the sun did
shine such a glorious light,
How the harmless birds did sing;
Each lad he took his lass in
hand
And went back to his haymaking.
@seasonal @farm @music @drink
Sung by
the Copper Family
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