Traditional
Come ye young men come along With your music, dance, and song Bring your lasses in your hands For tis that which love commands Chorus: Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday Then to the maypole haste away For tis now our holiday Tis the choice time of the year And the violets now appear Now the rose receives its birth And the pretty primrose decks the earth Chorus And when you well reckon have What kisses you your sweetheart gave Take them all again and more It will never make them poor Chorus When you thus have spent your time And the day be past its prime To your beds repair at night And dream there of your day's delight Chorus Appropriate for Beltane