And the meadows are pleasant and gay
And the small birds on every spray
Young Johnny the bar boy,
he cheerfully sings at his plough
While the blackbird and thrush
And the dairymaid's milking her cow
And the dairymaid's milking her cow
As I walked through the fields
And the flowers were blooming and gay
I heard her young dam sel
her cheeks like the blossoms in May
why do you come here in the meadows this morning so soon?
For the trees they are all in full bloom,
For the trees they are all in full bloom.
But the maiden replied, oh,
For I fear you will lead me astray
Then I took this fair maid
On the green mossy banks we sat down
And the small birds were singing around
And the small birds were singing around
So when we arose from the green
Through the meadows we wandered our way
And I plucked her a handful of may
And thanked me for what I had done
And I placed a small sprig
in her snowy white breast
That the world might have nothing to say
And the bells they did ring,
and the bridesmaids did sing,
her the Queen of the May.