 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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The Merry, Merry Month of May.
1.
We roamed the fields and river sides,When we were young and gay;
We chased the bees and plucked the flowers,
In the merry, merry month of May.
Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,
We whiled the hours away;
The skies were bright,
Our hearts were light,
In the merry, merry month of May.
2.
Our voices echo'd through the glen,With blithe and joyful ring;
We built our huts of mossy stones,
And we dabbled in the hillside spring.
Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,
We whiled the hours away;
The skies were bright,
Our hearts were light,
In the merry, merry month of May.
3.
We joyed to meet and griev'd to part,We sigh'd when night came on;
We went to rest with longing heart,
For the coming of the bright-day dawn.
Oh, yes, with ever changing sports,
We while the hours away;
The skies were bright,
Our hearts were light,
In the merry, merry month of May.
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