Now is the month of Maying, when merry lads are playing.
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass.
Fa-la-la-…, ...
Of kies een abonnement:
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The spring, clad all in gladness, doth laugh at winter's sadness.
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.
And to the bagpipe's sound, the nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa-la-la-…, ...
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.
And to the bagpipe's sound, the nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa-la-la-…, ...
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Fie then! Why sit we musing, youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak, shall we play barley-break?
Fa-la-la-…, ...
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak, shall we play barley-break?
Fa-la-la-…, ...