O Welcome Bonny Month of May
O welcome bonny Month of may
I love thy charms to view!
Now birds I hear on ev'ry spray,
And I hear Donald too,
Thou art the month that brings
The Swain who comes my hand to woo—
I see thy verdure deck the plain,
And I see Donald too.
Yet bonny, bonny month of May,
My heart's so fond, and true,
If Donald's absent, well-a-day!
No charms in thee I view.
But if he's here, when winter's snows
The frozen earth bestrew,
I smile to hear each wind that blows,
For I hear Donald too.