THE MONTH OF MAY
Russian Folk songs with English Translations p 43 #37

Now Spring with bud and blos-som, is come to make us glad,
Then sing with hap-py voi-ces, sing hey, sing ho, my lad,
then sing with hap-py voi-ces, sing hey, sing ho, my lad.*

through forest glade and cornfield,Be this my song to-day
Of all the months the fairest, It is the month of May

All round the smiling meadows, No call but this I hear,
Of ev'ry month the dearest, The month of May is dear.

The brooklet, too, is laughing, He joins our happy lay,
Of all the months for laughter, the merriest is May.

And overhead the songbirds, all soaring from the nest,
Are welcoming the Sprintime, the time they love the best.

*second line of each verse repeats