Lyrics Pleasant Month of May - Lisa Knapp

Twas in the pleasant month of May
In the springtime of the year
And down by yonder meadow
There runs a river clear
See how the little fishes
How they do sport and play
Causing many a lad and many a lass
To go there, making hay

Then in comes that scythe-man
The meadow to mow down
With his old leathery bottle
And the ale that runs so brown
There's many a stout and labouring man
Goes there his skill to try
He works, he mows and he sweats and he blows
And the grass cuts very dry

Then in come both Tom and Dick
With their pitchforks and their rakes
And likewise black-eyed Susan
The hay all for to make
There's a sweet sweet sweet and a jug jug jug
How the harmless birds do sing
From the morning to the evening
As we were haymaking

It was just at one evening
As the sun was going down
We saw the jolly piper
Come rolling through the town
There he pulled out his tabor and pipes
And he made the valleys ring
So we all put down our rakes and our forks
And we left our haymaking

We called for a dance and we tripped it along
We danced all round the haycocks til the rising of the sun
When the sun did shine such a glorious light
When the sun did shine such a glorious light
When the sun did shine such a glorious light
When the sun did shine such a glorious light
And the harmless birds did sing
Each lad he took his lass in hand
And went back to his haymaking