paroles de chanson Now Is the Month of Maying - The King’s Singers

Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing, Fa La
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa La
The Spring clad all in gladness,

And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground, Fa la
Fie then why sit we musing
Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa La
Say dainty nymphs and speak,
Shall we play barley break? Fa La