Fairport Convention - Staines Morris lyrics

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. 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.