Come, you young men Come along, bring your music, dance and song Bring your lasses in your hands For tis that which love commands Tis the choice time of the year For the violets now appear And the rose receives its birth And the pretty primrose decks the Earth Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday And when you well-reckoned have What kisses you your sweethearts gave Take them all again and more And it will never make them poor Come along, with your music, dance and song Bring your lasses in your hands For tis that which love commands Tis the choice time of the year For the violets now appear And the rose receives its birth And the pretty primrose decks the Earth And when you thus have spent your time And the day be past its prime To your beds repair at night And dream there of your heart's delight Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday A holiday A holiday!