Classic Poem

The moon shines bright, the stars give a light,
A little before 'tis day;
Our Heavenly Father, He called to us,
And bid us awake and pray.

Awake, awake, oh pretty, pretty maid,
Out of your drowsy dream;
And step into your dairy below,
And fetch me a bowl of cream.

If not a bowl of thy sweet cream,
A cup to bring me cheer;
For the Lord knows when we shall meet again,
To go Maying another year.

I have been wandering all this night,
And some time of this day;
And now returning home again,
I've brought you a branch of May.

A branch of May I've brought you here,
And at your door I stand;
'Tis nothing but a sprout, but well budded out,
By the work of our Lord's hand.

My song is done and I must be gone,
No longer can I stay;
So it's God bless you all, both great and small,
And send you a joyful May.