By: M.F. Nagel

Now is the month of maying;
Dance;
For broken consorts
(April was my mistress.)

Now is the month of maying
Sing we-chant it;
A mass for four voices
Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth
O’ care thou wilt dispatch me.

Now is the time of maying;
Si dolce` e il tormento
Weave thee dog roses round’
The maypole tree;
(April was my mistress.)
Now is the month of maying