King's Singers Now Is The Month Of Maying Lyrics

Now is the month of maying,
when merry lads are playing, Fa La
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa La

The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, Fa la
And to the bagpipe's sound The nymphs tread out their ground, Fa la

Fie then why sit we musing
youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa La
Say dainty nymphs and speak,
Shall we play barley break? Fa La