Full Lyrics
Come bounteous May, in fulness of thy might,
Lead briskly on the mirthinfusing hours.
All recent from the bosom of delight,
With nectar nurtured and involved with flowers.
By Spring's sweet blush, by Nature's teeming womb;
By Hebe's dimply smile, by Flora's bloom;
By Venus' self, for Venus' self demands thee come.
