Staines Morris Songtext
von Lisa Knapp Featuring David Tibet

Come, you young men

Come along, bring your music, dance and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For tis that which love commands
Tis the choice time of the year
For the violets now appear
And the rose receives its birth
And the pretty primrose decks the Earth

Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday

And when you well-reckoned have
What kisses you your sweethearts gave
Take them all again and more
And it will never make them poor


Come along, with your music, dance and song
Bring your lasses in your hands
For tis that which love commands
Tis the choice time of the year
For the violets now appear
And the rose receives its birth
And the pretty primrose decks the Earth

And when you thus have spent your time
And the day be past its prime
To your beds repair at night
And dream there of your heart′s delight

Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday
Then to the maypole haste away
For tis now our holiday
A holiday
A holiday!