. Fire and air . May, tis day! 3 O say pretty May will you come away? 4 Tis Mayday, aye, a holiday, 5 A Mayday day, a heyday day, 6 A playday day! O pray, 7 Pretty May, come away and play! 8 Fair fairy fay, from Springland gay, 9 Away, away, away, away! 10 Where the nymphs and naids play, 11 In the shady forest way, 12 In the flashing fountains spray, 13 In the sunlights crystal ray, — 14 Away! O come away and play! 15 Round a pole of ribbons gay 16 Dance a merry roundelay 17 With the elfs and fairies gay 18 Come and play a merry lay. 19 Stretch the gold and silver ray 20 On the leaping liquid
. Fire and air . May, tis day! 3 O say pretty May will you come away? 4 Tis Mayday, aye, a holiday, 5 A Mayday day, a heyday day, 6 A playday day! O pray, 7 Pretty May, come away and play! 8 Fair fairy fay, from Springland gay, 9 Away, away, away, away! 10 Where the nymphs and naids play, 11 In the shady forest way, 12 In the flashing fountains spray, 13 In the sunlights crystal ray, — 14 Away! O come away and play! 15 Round a pole of ribbons gay 16 Dance a merry roundelay 17 With the elfs and fairies gay 18 Come and play a merry lay. 19 Stretch the gold and silver ray 20 On the leaping liquid spray; 21 Fairy harps and cymbals play, 22 Airy fairy music play, 23 Wake the echoes far away, 24 Wake the morning, wake the day! 25 Away, away! — Nay, nay! O stay! 26 Stay, stay, my blithe, my gentle May; 27 Haste not so soon, so soon away! 28 Stay, stay, sweet May. May will not stay? 29 Nay, Nay. — O welladay, farewell sweet May 30 Your rosy sister Junia, today, today, 31 Has driven you away, away, g^k A BOLD little Pirate is the Bee,^£j^F And he sails his ship on a flowery sea,Full o honie, full o honie; O, a bold little Bandit is the Bee,And each blushing blossoms a full treasurie,Full o monie, full o monie; O, a bold little Lover is the Bee,And he wooes the gay flowers in thin lingerie,For their honie, for their honie; Nay, a bold little burglar is the Bee,And he fools the proud dames, rich as Solomonie,For their monie, for their monie; O, a bold little Poet is the Bee,And softie and sweet is his minstrelsie,Hear him humming, hear him humming; O, a bold little Soldier is the Bee,And he carries his sword right manfulie;He is coming, he is coming: O beat a retreat, my farie Ladie;He would woo thee and rob thee and murther thee,Lovlie Ladie, lovlie Ladie; O flee from that bold little Bandit the Bee,O flee to a lover who loves thee trulie, —I will aid thee, I will aid thee.
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