Unite and unite, and let us all unite For summer is a-comin today. And whither we are going we all will unite, In the merry morning of may. The young men of padstow, they might if they would, For summer is a-comin today. They might have built a ship and guilded it with gold In the merry morning of may. The young women of padstow, they might if they would, For summer is a-comin today. They might have built a garland with the white rose and the red In the merry morning of may. Rise up, mrs johnson, all in your gown of green For summer is a-comin today. You are as fine a lady as waits upon the queen In the merry morning of may. Oh where is king george? oh where is he-o? He's out in his longboat, all on the salt sea-o. Up flies the kite, down falls the lark-o. Aunt ursula birdhood, she has an old ewe, And she died in her own park-o. With the merry ring and with the joyful spring, For summer is a-comin today. How happy are the little birds and the merrier we shall sing In the merry morning of may. Oh where are the young men that now do advance For summer is a-comin today. Some they are in england and some they are in france In the merry morning of may.
Unite and unite, and let us all unite For summer is a-comin today. And whither we are going we all will unite, In the merry morning of may. The young men of padstow, they might if they would, For summer is a-comin today. They might have built a ship and guilded it with gold In the merry morning of may. The young women of padstow, they might if they would, For summer is a-comin today. They might have built a garland with the white rose and the red In the merry morning of may. Rise up, mrs johnson, all in your gown of green For summer is a-comin today. You are as fine a lady as waits upon the queen In the merry morning of may. Oh where is king george? oh where is he-o? He's out in his longboat, all on the salt sea-o. Up flies the kite, down falls the lark-o. Aunt ursula birdhood, she has an old ewe, And she died in her own park-o. With the merry ring and with the joyful spring, For summer is a-comin today. How happy are the little birds and the merrier we shall sing In the merry morning of may. Oh where are the young men that now do advance For summer is a-comin today. Some they are in england and some they are in france In the merry morning of may.
