SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXXII

'Tis the season of mirth, boys, the people around, All flock from their houses while musick does sound; 'Tis the season of mirth, boys, of frolick and play, With the season returning, returns Lord-May'rs Day.

See the companies daily advance in their pride, Along the smooth Thames see the barges swift glide; What noses! what shouting! the windows are lin'd, With men, women, and children of ev'ry kind.

See the Man all in armour rides on a fine horse, And all through the city he takes his full course; If the fogs don't prevent you, his armour so bright, Will please you at once, and will dazzle your sight.

Last comes the Lord Mayor, his coach cover'd with gold And the sheriffs, a sight that's quite fine to behold; When the show is all over, to feasts they away, And such are the pleasures of a Lord-May'rs Day,