No. 11 A-Maying
Now the fields are laughing; now the maids
Take their pastime; laugh the leafy glades:
Now the summer days are blooming,
And the flowers their chaliced lamps for love illuming.
Fruit-trees blossom; woods grow green again;
Winter’s rage is past: O ye young men,
With the May-bloom shake off sadness!
Love is luring you to join the maidens’ gladness.
Let us then together sport and play;
Cytherea bids the young be gay:
Laughter soft and happy voices,
Hope and love invite to mirth when May rejoices.
All the spring is in the lyric next upon my list.