The words to Now is the month of Maying above are actually a little different than the way they originally appeared, although only by a few word:

NOW IS THE MONTH OF MAYING

Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing,
Fa la la...
Each with his bonny lass,
Upon the greenie grass.
Fa la la....

The Spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness,
Fa la la...
And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa la la....

Fye then, why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delights refusing ?
Fa la la...
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
Shall we play barley-break ?
Fa la la....

ciarili