O lusty May, with Flora queen,
The balmy drops from Phoebus’ sheen
Prelucent beams before the day,
By the Diana groweth green
Through gladness of this lusty May.
Then Hesperus that is so bright,
To woeful hearts he casteth light
Right pleasantly before the day,
And shows and sheds forth of that sight
Through gladness of this lusty May.
The birds on boughs of every sort
Send forth their notes and make great mirth
On banks that bloom on every brae,
And fare and fly o’er field and firth
Through gladness of this lusty May.
All lovers’ hearts that are in care,
To their ladies they do repair
On fresh mornings before the day,
And are in mirth aye more and more
Through gladness of this lusty May.
Of all the months of the year,
To mirthful May there is no peer,
Then glistening garments are so gay,
Ye lovers all make merry cheer
Through gladness of this lusty May.