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Chorus:
Unite and unite and let us all unite,
For summer is a-come unto day,
And whither we are going we will all unite,
In the merry morning of May.
Hark here you young men everyone (For summer is a-come unto day,)
Now go to the green-wood and fetch your May home (In the merry morning of May.)
Arise up Mr. Singh and gold be your ring,
And give to us a cup of ale the merrier we shall sing,
Arise up Ms. Jean all in your gown of green
You are as fine a lady as wait upon the Queen,
Where are the young men that here now should dance,
Some they are in England and some they are in France
Where are the others that here now should sing
They are in the meadows the flowers gathering,
Bridge:
O! where is St. George,
O, where is he O?
He is out in his long-boat all on the salt sea O.
Up flies the kite and down falls the lark O,
Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own park O.
With the merry ring, adieu the merry spring,
How happy is the little bird that merrily doth sing
The young men of Padstow might if they would,
They might have built a ship and gilded her with gold
The young women of Padstow might if they would,
They might have made a garland with the white rose and the red,
Now fare you well and bid you all good cheer,
We call no more unto your house before another year