Full Lyrics
In pride of May the fields are gay,
the birds do sing, 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.
