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This song is associated with the Northill and [[Ickwell May Day]] celebrations in [[Bedfordshire]] and was published in [[Garners Gay]].
[[Roud 305]]
Arise, Arise, you pretty fair maid,
Arise, Arise, you pretty fair maid,
And bring your May bush in,
And bring your May bush in,
For if it is gone by tomorrow, morrow morn,
For if it is gone by tomorrow, morrow morn,
You'll say we have brought you none.
You'll say we have brought you none.


We have been wandrin' all this night,
We have been wandrin' all this night,
And almost all the day,
And almost all the day,
And now returning back again,
And now returning back again,
We have brought you a branch of May.
We have brought you a branch of May.


A branch of May we have bought you,
A branch of May we have bought you,
And at your door it stands,
And at your door it stands,
A nothing but a sprout but it's well budded out,
A nothing but a sprout but it's well budded out,
By the work of our dear Lord's hands.
By the work of our dear Lord's hands.


The clock strikes one, it's time to be gone,
The clock strikes one, it's time to be gone,
No longer can we stay,
No longer can we stay,
God bless you all both great and small,
God bless you all both great and small,
And bring you a joyful May.
And bring you a joyful May.


Collected by Fred Hamer and published in [[Garners Gay]]
 
''Collected by Fred Hamer and published in'' [[Garners Gay]]
 
[[Category:Song]]
[[Category:Bedfordshire]]
[[Category:May Day]]

Latest revision as of 20:10, 4 July 2008

This song is associated with the Northill and Ickwell May Day celebrations in Bedfordshire and was published in Garners Gay.

Roud 305

Arise, Arise, you pretty fair maid,

And bring your May bush in,

For if it is gone by tomorrow, morrow morn,

You'll say we have brought you none.


We have been wandrin' all this night,

And almost all the day,

And now returning back again,

We have brought you a branch of May.


A branch of May we have bought you,

And at your door it stands,

A nothing but a sprout but it's well budded out,

By the work of our dear Lord's hands.


The clock strikes one, it's time to be gone,

No longer can we stay,

God bless you all both great and small,

And bring you a joyful May.


Collected by Fred Hamer and published in Garners Gay