Rise up all you good folk
All out of your beds,
For summer is a-come in today,
Your chamber shall be strewed
with the white rose and the red,
In the merry morning of May.
O, where are the young men
that now here should dance?
For summer is a-come in today,
O, some they are in England
and some they are in France
In the merry morning of May.
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