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 Hebe's here, May is here!
 The air is fresh and sunny;
  And the miser-bees are busy
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 Hebe's here, May is here!
 The air is fresh and sunny;
  And the miser-bees are busy
   Hoarding golden honey. 
 Among the changing months, May stands confest
 The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.  
 Among the changing months, May stands confest
 The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed. 
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
 For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the 
May.  
 For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the 
May. 
 Sweet May hath come to love us,
 Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
  And through the blue heavens read more 
 Sweet May hath come to love us,
 Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
  And through the blue heavens above us
   The very clouds move on. 
 For every marriage then is best in tune,
 When that the wife is May, the husband June.  
 For every marriage then is best in tune,
 When that the wife is May, the husband June. 
 Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
 Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
  The read more 
 Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
 Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
  The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
   The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
    Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire
     Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
      Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
       Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,
        Thus we salute thee with our early song,
         And welcome thee, and wish thee long. 
 There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, 
exceeds her as much in beauty as the read more 
 There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, 
exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last 
of December. 
 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
 And summer's lease hath all too short a date.  
 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
 And summer's lease hath all too short a date.