Subject: Lyr Add: Merry May Folk From: Joe Offer Date: 03 May 21 - 06:36 PM EMERALD ROSE: SONG LYRICS all lyrics (c) Emerald Rose 1998-2004 except where noted Merry May Folk An original by Arthur Hinds, concerning a group of local Nature-lovers that decide to wake up the local congregation a bit. On a fresh May morning, I took my love to church To see if Parson Pruneface was properly a-perched The sermon scarcely started, someone began to snore When like a sunlit sea wave A green and crimson wave A band of merry May folk came a-whooping through the door singing: Come up, come in with streamers Come in with boughs of May Come green and white and trip the lawn Till night becomes the day Jump up and dance the Tom-fool Jump up and duck and leap Jump up and wake the people that The parson puts to sleep They brandished nut-brown tabors, their garlands fell in showers Came lads and lasses after them with feet like dancing flowers Their queen had torn her green gown and bared a shoulder white White as the May that crowned her And all the minstrels round her Tilted back their crimson hats and sang for sheer delight, Come up, come in with streamers Come in with boughs of May Come green and white and trip the lawn Till night becomes the day The Earth is dressed in flowers Bedecked as if to wed Go on and kiss the lady-o Before the moment's fled The dusky velvet hassocks were cloaked in fragrant dew The font grew white with hawthorn, it frothed in every pew The parson's beard was frosted from the queen's hawthorny kiss When like a Morris saber Tom Fool raised his tabor Bounded to the pulpit and commenced to preaching this: Come up, come in with streamers Come in with boughs of May Come green and white and trip the lawn Till night becomes the day We sing of life arisen From the Lord who shed and died Your God's alive in greenwood With the Lady by his side At Easter dawned our Morris, ere Pentecost our May The words we sing are different, but the tune's not far away So stand with us, join hand to hand And raise a sacred call We sing of life arisen We sing of glory risen We sing that love is risen again And love is lord of all! Come up, come in with streamers come in with boughs of May Come green and white and trip the lawn Till night becomes the day So dance with joy remembered And sing of love's reward Raise up a cup of May wine To the Lady and the Lord Arthur Hinds--vocals, guitar, bodhran Brian "Logan" Sullivan--vocals, guitar Larry Morris--pennywhistle, vocals Clyde Gilbert--vocals, tambourine https://web.archive.org/web/20061116142450/http://www.emeraldrose.com/lyrics/merrymayfolk.htm |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Merry May Folk From: Joe Offer Date: 03 May 21 - 06:39 PM The Lord Of Misrule by Alfred Noyes "On May days the wild heads of the parish would choose a Lord of Misrule, whom they would follow even into the church, though the minister were at prayer or preaching, dancing and swinging their may-boughs about like devils incarnate."--Old Puritan Writer. All on a fresh May morning, I took my love to church, To see if Parson Primrose were safely on his perch. He scarce had got to Thirdly, or squire begun to snore, When, like a sun-lit sea-wave, A green and crimson sea-wave, A frolic of madcap May-folk came whooping through the door:-- Come up, come in with streamers! Come in, with boughs of may! Come up and thump the sexton, And carry the clerk away. Now skip like rams, ye mountains, Ye little hills, like sheep! Come up and wake the people That parson puts to sleep. They tickled their nut-brown tabors. Their garlands flew in showers, And lasses and lads came after them, with feet like dancing flowers. Their queen had torn her green gown, and bared a shoulder as white, O, white as the may that crowned her, While all the minstrels round her Tilted back their crimson hats and sang for sheer delight: Come up, come in with streamers! Come in, with boughs of may! Now by the gold upon your toe You walked the primrose way. Come up, with white and crimson! O, shake your bells and sing; Let the porch bend, the pillars bow, Before our Lord, the Spring! The dusty velvet hassocks were dabbled with fragrant dew. The font grew white with hawthorn. It frothed in every pew. Three petals clung to the sexton's beard as he mopped and mowed at the clerk, And "Take that sexton away," they cried; "Did Nebuchadnezzar eat may?" they cried. "Nay, that was a prize from Betty," they cried, "for kissing her in the dark." Come up, come in with streamers! Come in, with boughs of may! Who knows but old Methuselah May hobble the green-wood way? If Betty could kiss the sexton, If Kitty could kiss the clerk, Who knows how Parson Primrose Might blossom in the dark? The congregation spluttered. The squire grew purple and all, And every little chorister bestrode his carven stall. The parson flapped like a magpie, but none could hear his prayers; For Tom Fool flourished his tabor, Flourished his nut-brown tabor, Bashed the head of the sexton, and stormed the pulpit stairs. High in the old oak pulpit This Lord of all misrule-- I think it was Will Summers That once was Shakespeare's fool-- Held up his hand for silence, And all the church grew still: "And are you snoring yet," he said, "Or have you slept your fill? "Your God still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses. And this is the sign we bring you, before the darkness fall, That Spring is risen, is risen again, That Life is risen, is risen again, That Love is risen, is risen again, and Love is Lord of all. "At Paske began our morrice And, ere Pentecost, our May; Because, albeit your words be true, You know not what you say. You chatter in church like jackdaws, Words that would wake the dead, Were there one breath of life in you, One drop of blood," he said. "He died and He went down to hell! You know not what you mean. Our rafters were of green fir. Also our beds were green. But out of the mouth of a fool, a fool, before the darkness fall, We tell you He is risen again, The Lord of Life is risen again, The boughs put forth their tender buds, and Love is Lord of all!" He bowed his head. He stood so still, They bowed their heads as well. And softly from the organ-loft The song began to swell. Come up with blood-red streamers, The reeds began the strain. The vox humana pealed on high, The Spring is risen again! The vox angelica replied--The shadows flee away! Our house-beams were of cedar. Come in, with boughs of may! The diapason deepened it--Before the darkness fall, We tell you He is risen again! Our God hath burst His prison again! Christ is risen, is risen again; and Love is Lord of all. https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/lord-misrule |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Merry May Folk From: GeoffLawes Date: 04 May 21 - 04:58 AM Emerald Rose - Merry May Folk with lyrics on screen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4z3wUFYWzew Merry May Folk" ~ Performed by Amy Laursen & the UUCFM Music Band https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r45YIk_dQCs |
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