Staine's Morris

Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

Come ye young men, come along
With your music dance and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For 'tis that which love commands

Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

'Tis the choice time of the year
And the violets now appear
Now the rose receives its birth
And pretty primrose decks the earth

Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

Here each bachelor may choose
One that will not faith abuse
Now repay with coy distain
Love that should be lov'd again

Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday
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
Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

When you thus have spent the 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
Then to the maypole, haste away
For 'tis now our holiday

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