staines morris

come ye young men

come along

with your music and your song

bring your lasses in your hands

for 'tis that which love commands

then to the maypole haste away

for 'tis now our holiday

'tis the choice time of the year

for the violets now appear

now the rose receives its birth

and the pretty primrose decks the earth

and when you well reckoned have

what kisses you your sweethearts gave

take them all again and more

it will never make them poor

then to the maypole haste away

for 'tis now our holiday

when you thus have spent your time

till the day be past its prime

to your beds repair at night

and dream there of your day's delight

then to the maypole haste away

for 'tis now our holiday

come ye young men

come along

with your music and your song

bring your lasses in your hands

for 'tis that which love commands