The Merry, Merry Month of May

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Melody - Stephen Foster, 1862; Seq. by Werner Tomaschewski
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Stephen Foster, 1862

We roamed the fields and river sides,
When we are young and gay;
We chased the bees and plucked the flowers,
In the merry, merry month of May.
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Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,
We whiled the hours away;
The skies were bright,
Our hearts were light,
In the merry, merry month of May.
2. Our voices echo'd through the glen,
With blithe and joyful ring;
We built our huts of mossy stones,
And we dabbled in the hillside spring.
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3. We joyed to meet and griev'd to part,
We sigh'd when night came on;
We went to rest with longing heart,
For the comming of the bright day dawn.
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