Staines Morris - Maddy Prior

Come ye young men, come along

With your music, dance and song

Bring your lasses in your hands

For 'tis love which thus commands

Then to the Maypole haste away

For 'tis now our holiday

'Tis the choice time of the year

For the violets now appear

Now the rose receives its birth

And pretty primrose decks the earth

Then to the Maypole haste away

For 'tis now our holiday

Here each bachelor will choose

One that will not faith abuse

Nor repay with coy distain

Love that should be loved again

Then to the Maypole haste away

For 'tis now our holiday

And to you thus well reckoned have

What kisses your sweetheart gave

Take them all again and more

It will never make them poor