QUEEN OF THE MAY
By Larry McLaughlin
Winter is over and summer has come
And the Obby Oss waits in his stable for dawn
Rise up my love early and deck yourself gay
And I'll take you to Padstow today
Ch: And put your arms round me. I'll dance you away
For you are my Queen of the May
Skip out o'er the fields and the woods and the dells
Pick primroses, daises, cowslips and bluebells
And from the green woods cut a sycamore spray
And I'll take you to Padstow today
We'll breakfast on ale and an old chorus song
Musicians will come with accordion and drum
We'll meet the old Oss and we'll welcome the May
When I take you to Padstow today
When the years have rolled on love and we are both old
And the stories of May day and Padstow are told
And though I'm old and feeble you'll still hear me say
I'll take you to Padstow today