196 PO:orB OF TH:1 SOCJ.AL AND DO.IIJI81'1C An'ECTIOB&They say he'e dying all for love, but that can never be:
They say his heart ia breakillg, mother-what is that to me?
There's many a bolder lad 'ill woo me any summer day;
And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen cl
the !Uy.Little Ellie shall go 1rith me to·morrow to the green,
And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me mAde the Quee~~;
For tho shepherd lacU on every aide 'ill come from far· away;
And rm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May.The honeyaueklo round the porch baa wonn its wavy bowen,
And by the meadow·tTencbes blowthefainuweetcackoo-fiowel'll;
And the wild manh-marigold shinea like fire iD swamps and
hollows p;r;.
And I'm to be Queen o' the Kay, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the !Uy.The night wiDda come and go, mother, upon tbe meadow grua.
ADd the happy stan above them seem to britzhten &S they pass;
There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day;
ADd I'm to be Queen cl the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May.All the valley, mother, 'ill be fresh and green and still,
ADd the cowslip IUJd the crowfoot are over ell the hill,
ADd the titnlet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily glance and play,
For I'm to be Queen o' the llt:ay, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May.So yon must wake and call me eatly, call me early, mother dear,
To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of ell the glad New-year:
To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day,
For I'm to be Queen o' tho May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'
the May.Jdo-§tar'a '&t.
b you're wU.U!g, call me early call me early, mother dear,
For I would 1ee the sun rise n~o the glad New-year.
It ia the luc New-year lhat I ihell ever let.
Theu you may lay me low i' the mould, and thilak no more of me.To-uight I aaw the R!l aet : he aet and left behind
The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of miDd:
And •he New-year'a eomius up; mother, but I •hall a.enr aee
The llloaom Oil the blackthoru, the leaf upon the tree.