THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY

by: Thomas Dekker

      THE month of May, the merry month of May,
      So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
      O, and then did I unto my true love say,
      Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen.
       
      Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,
      The sweetest singer in all the forest quire,
      Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love's tale:
      Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.
       
      But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;
      See where she sitteth; come away, my joy:
      Come away, I prithee, I do not like the cuckoo
      Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
       
      O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
      So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green;
      And then did I unto my true love say,
      Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen.

'The Merry Month of May' was originally published in The Shoemaker's Holiday (1600).

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