O THE month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen.
Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,
The sweetest singer in all the forest quire,
Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love’s tale:
Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.
But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;
See where she sitteth; come away, my joy:
Come away, I prithee, I do not like the cuckoo
Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green;
And then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen
(Thomas Dekker)
More Poetry from Thomas Dekker:
Thomas Dekker Poems based on Topics: Kings & Queens, Joy & Excitement- Art Thou Poor (Thomas Dekker Poems)
- Country Glee (Thomas Dekker Poems)
- Haymakers, Rakers, Reapers, And Mowers (Thomas Dekker Poems)
- Prologue: The Pleasant Comedy Of Old Fortunatus (Thomas Dekker Poems)
- Sweet Content (Thomas Dekker Poems)
- from: Shoemaker's Holiday, Or The Gentle Craft (Thomas Dekker Poems)