Collectanea. 57
Arise up Mr. — with your sword by your side,
For summer is acome unto day, Your steed is in the stable awaiting for to ride.
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Mr. — and reach me your hand,
For summer is acome unto day, And you shall have a lively lass with a thousand pounds in hand,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Mr. — I know you well afine,
For summer is acome unto day, You have a shilling in your purse, and I wish it was in mine,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss — and strew all your flowers.
For summer is acome unto day. It is but a while ago since we have strewed ours,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss — all in your gown of green,
For summer is acome unto day. You are as fine a lady as wait upon the queen.
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss— out of your bed.
For summer is acome unto day, Your chamber shall be strewed with the white rose and the red,
In the merry morning of May.
Arise up Miss — all in your smock of silk.
For summer is acome unto day. And all your body under as white as any milk.
In the merry morning of May.
Where are the young men that here now should dance,
For summer is acome unto day. Some they are in England, and some they are in France,
In the merry morning of May.
Where are the maidens that here now should sing.
For summer is acome unto day. They are in the meadows the flowers gathering.
In the merry morning of May.
The young men of Padstow might if they would.
For summer is acome unto day, They might have built a ship and gilded her with gold,
In the merry morning of May.
