Is it possible that anyone out there could provide me with the rest of the lyrics to the old May Festival song that begins:

Come lasses and lads, take leave of y're dads, And away to the Maypole high. There is ev'ry he has gotten his she, And a fiddler's standing by....

Incidently, there are two versions of one of the tunes this has been set to in the Richard Robinson collection.

Many thanks.