Now is the month of maying (Mixed Voices)

Now is the month of maying,
when merry lads are playing.

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.

Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass.

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.

The Spring clad all in gladness,
doth laugh at winter’s sadness.

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.

And to the bagpipes’ sound,
the nymphs tread out their ground.

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.

Fie! Then why sit we musing,
youth’s sweet delight refusing.

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.

Say dainty nymphs and speak,
shall we play barley break?

Fa la la la la la la la la,
Fa la la la la la la.