Stannes Morres
Traditional
Come, you young men, come a-long
with your music, dance and song.
Bring your lasses by the hand
for tis that which Love commands
Then to the Maypole, haste away
for tis now our holiday
Then to the Maypole, haste away
for tis now our holiday
Tis the choice time of the year
for the violets now appear
Now the rose receiveth it's birth
and the pretty primrose decks the earth
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Here each bachelor may choose
one who will not faith abuse
nor repay with coy distain
Love that should be loved again
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And when you have reconned true
How many kisses your love gave you
Give them back again and more
It will never make you poor
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When you thus have spent your time
and the day is past it's prime
To your beds repair at night
and dream there of your day's delight
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