MAYDAY POEMS

GOING-A-MAYING

OH! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells! We bid you all, "Good Morning"; Give thanks we pray, our flowers ae gay, And fair for the adorning.

Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells! Good friends, accept our geetings; Where have we been, the woods are green, And fast the spring is fleeting.

Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells! For this fair time of Maying; We blossoms bring, and while we sing, Oh! Hark to what we're saying.

THE MAY QUEEN

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow will be the happiest time of all glad New-yea; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen-o" the May, mother, I'm to be Queen-o'the May...

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen-o'May, mother, I'm to be Queen-o'May

Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me made the queen; For the shepard lads on every side will come from far away, And I'm to be the Queen-o'May, mother, I'm to be the Queen-o'May...