by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
The merry, merry month of May
Language: English
We roamed the fields and river sides, When we were young and gay; We chased the bees and plucked the flowers, In the merry, merry month of May. Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled away the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May. Our voices echo'd through the glen, With blithe and joyful ring; We built our huts of mossy stones, And we dabbled in the hillside spring. Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled away the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May. We joyed to meet and griev'd to part, We sigh'd when night came on; We went to rest with longing heart, For the come of the bright day dawn. Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled away the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May.
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "The merry, merry month of May" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "The merry, merry month of May", published 1862. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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