Letras
Now is the month of Maying,
when merry lads are playing!
Fa la la la la!
Now is the month of Maying,
when merry lads are playing!
Fa la la la la!
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass
fa la la la la!
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass
fa la la la la!
The Spring, clad all in gladness,
doth laugh at Winter's sadness!
Fa la la la la!
The Spring, clad all in gladness,
doth laugh at Winter's sadness!
Fa la la la la!
And to the bagpipes' sound,
the nymphs tread out the ground!
Fa la la la la!
And to the bagpipes' sound,
the nymphs tread out the ground!
Fa la la la la!