MAY DAY CHANT 1
Here we come apiping, In Springtime and in May; Green fruit aripening, And Winter fled away. The Queen she sits upon the strand, Fair as lily, white as wand; Seven billows on the sea, Horses riding fast and free, And bells beyond the sand.
Transcribed to computer by Seastrider
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