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Spring dances o’er the plain,
Flowering all the woodland scene,
Then join with me, my lovely May,
To welcome summer back again.
The budding wild will soon perfume
The air, when balm’d by April’s rain;
’Mong banks clad o’er wi’ waving broom,
We’ll welcome summer back again.
In yon sequester’d scene,
The mavis sings his cheerful strain,
And there we’ll meet, my lovely May,
To welcome summer back again.
When yellow cowslips scent the mead,
Then gladness o’er the plains will reign;
And soon, my love, we’ll pu’ the flowers,
And welcome summer back again.
Spring dances o’er the plain,
Flowering all the woodland scene,
With blooming garlands in her train,
To welcome summer back again.
Our May had an e’e to a man,
Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher:
And we plotted a dainty bit plan
For trapping our spiritual teacher,
O, we were sly, sly! O, we were sly and sleekit!
