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 May, queen of blossoms,
 And fulfilling flowers,
  With what pretty music
   Shall we charm read more 
 May, queen of blossoms,
 And fulfilling flowers,
  With what pretty music
   Shall we charm the hours?
    Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
     Blown in the open mead?
      Or to the lute give heed
       In the green bowers. 
 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. 
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
 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. 
 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. 
 In the under-wood and the over-wood
 There is murmur and trill this day,
  For every bird is read more 
 In the under-wood and the over-wood
 There is murmur and trill this day,
  For every bird is in lyric mood,
   And the wind will have its way. 
 Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
 Waiting for the May:
  Waiting for the pleasant rambles
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 Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
 Waiting for the May:
  Waiting for the pleasant rambles
   Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
    Where the woodbine alternating,
     Scent the dewy way;
      Ah! my heart is weary, waiting,
       Waiting for the May. 
 All furnished, all in arms;
 All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
  Bated like eagles having read more 
 All furnished, all in arms;
 All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
  Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
   Glittering in golden coats like images;
    As full of spirit as the month of May
     And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
      Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. 
 When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
 Walks through the land in green attire.
  And burns in meadow-grass the read more 
 When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
 Walks through the land in green attire.
  And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
   His torch of purple fire:
    . . . .
     And when the punctual May arrives,
      With cowslip-garland on her brow,
       We know what once she gave our lives,
        And cannot give us now!