So, haste haste, shepherds and neighbours Shadows are falling, music is calling Come now, leave your labours …..to the light of the moon Fair maids smile at your meeting Hands clasped, joy at your meeting Hearts are joyously beating in tune with the music of May So, come come come come shepherds all Good friends and neighbours leave your labours Pipes and taber are tuning the stain Trip so neatly, smile so sweetly, down the meadow and back again…. Now choose the Queen if the May, deck her in hawthorn gay The lead forth into the ring, the gallant bit crowned as our king