Lustie Maye

O Lustie Maye, with Flora queen, The balmy drops from Phebus sheen, Prelusant beams before the day, Before the day, the day, By thee, Diana, groweth green Through glaidness of this lustie Maye, Through glaidness of this lustie Maye.

Then Aurora that is so bright To woful hearts she casts great light, Right pleasantly before the day, Before the day, the day, And shows and shades furth of that light, Through gladness of this lustie Maye, Through gladness of this lustie Maye.

Birds on their boughs, of every sort, Send furth their notes and make great mirth, On banks that bloom; on every brae, On every brae, on every brae And fares and flies oer field and firth, Through gladness of this lustie Maye, Through gladness of this lustie Maye.

All lovers hearts that are in care To their ladies they do repair, In fresh mornings before the day, Before the day, the day; And are in mirth ay mair and mair, Through gladness of this lustie Maye, Through gladness of this lustie Maye.

Of every monith in the year, To mirthful Maye there is no peer. Her glistering garments are so gay, Garments so gay, so gay; You lovers all make merry cheer Through gladness of this lustie May, Through gladness of this lustie Maye.