Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire
Woods and groves, are of thy dressing
Hill and dale, doth boast thy blessing
Thus we salute thee with our early Song
And welcome thee, and wish thee long