I have been wandering all the night!
And best part of the day,
And now I have returned back again
I have brought you a branch of May.
Branch of May, my dear, I say,
Before your door I stand;
It's nothing but a sprout, but it's well budded out
By the works of our Lord's hand.
The hedges and fields they are so green,
As green as any leek;
Our Heavenly Father waters them
With His Heavenly dew so sweet.
I have a bag upon my arm,
'Tis drawn with a silken string;
And all that it wants is a little silver
To line it well within.
Take a Bible in your hand
And read a chapter through,
And when the Day of Judgment comes
The Lord will think of you.
Give me a cup of your cold cream,
And a bowl of your brown beer,
And if I should live to tarry in the town,
I will call on you next year.
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