You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
For Im to be Queen o the May, mother, Im to be Queen o the May.
Theres many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine;
Theres Margaret and Mary, theres Kate and Caroline;
But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say,
So Im to be Queen o the May, mother, Im to be Queen o the May.
I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake,
If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break;
But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay,
For Im to be Queen o the May, mother, Im to be Queen o the May.
As I came up the vall...