The Merry, Merry Month of May |
Stephen Foster, 1862
We roamed the fields and river sides, When we are young and gay; We chased the bees and plucked the flowers, In the merry, merry month of May. Refrain: Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May. | 2. Our voices echo'd through the glen, With blithe and joyful ring; We built our huts of mossy stones, And we dabbled in the hillside spring. Refrain:
3. We joyed to meet and griev'd to part, |