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Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing,
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Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass.
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The Spring, clad all in gladness,
doth laugh at Winter’s sadness,
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And to the bagpipe’s sound
the nymphs tread out their ground.
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Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth’s sweet delight refusing?
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Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
Shall we play barley-break?
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Thomas Morley, 1595
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