Full Lyrics
In pride of May,
The fields are gay,
The birds do sweetly sing.
Fa la la la la la.
So nature would
That all things should
With joy begin the Spring.
Fa la la la la la.
Then Lady dear
Do you appear,
In beauty like the Spring.
Fa la la la la la.
I well dare say
The birds that day
More cheerfully will sing,
Fa la la la la la.
