Come ye young men, come along,
With your music and your song.
Bring your la**es in your hands
For 'tis that which love commands.
Then to the maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
'Tis the choice time of the year
For the violets now appear.
Now the rose receives its birth
And the pretty primrose decks the earth.
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,
It will never make them poor.
Then to the maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
When you thus have spent your time
Till the day be past its prime
To your beds repair at night
And dream there of your day's delight.
Then to the maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
Come ye young men, come along,
With your music and your song.
Bring your la**es in your hands
For 'tis that which love commands.
Then to the maypole haste away
For 'tis now our holiday