Full Lyrics
Away to the woodlands, away!
The shepherds are forming a ring,
To dance to the honour of May,
And welcome the pleasures of Spring.
And shepherdess labours a grace,
And shines in her Sunday’s array,
And bears in the bloom of her face
The charms and the beauties of May.
Away to the woodlands, away!
And join with the amorous train:
’Tis treason to labour today,
Now Bacchus and Cupid must reign.
With garlands of primroses made,
And crowned with the sweet blooming spray,
Through woodland, and meadow, and shade,
We’ll dance to the honour of May.
