Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For love of "Barbara Allen".

May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
May an elephant caress you with his toes
May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose.

Anyone familiar with a tune called perhaps "The Maypole"? One line goes . . .
"Well there's May Day, and may wine, and may I please come home". . .