Авторы музыки: Thomas Morley
Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing, Fa la la. Each with his bonny lass Upon the greeny grass,* Fa la la. The Spring, clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, Fa la la. And to the bagpipe's** sound The nymphs tread out their ground, Fa la la. Fie then! why sit we musing Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la la. Say, dainty nymphs, and speak, Shall we play Barley-break? Fa la la. * also: A-dancing on the grass ** also: bagpipes'