Full Lyrics
Good morrow, fair Ladies of the May,
where is my cruel?
Good morrow, fair Ladies of the May,
where is my sweet cruel?
fair Cloris my sweet cruel?
O see where she comes a Queen,
all in green, all in gaudy green arraying,
O how gaily goes my sweet jewel.
Was never such a Maying,
Since May delights first decaying.
So was my Cloris sheen brought home
and made May Queen.
