Classic Poem

Arise, fair maids and merry lads,
Arise to love and mirth;
Behold the light-hair'd laughing sky,
Behold the laughing earth!
The joyous spring-time comes again
In glory o'er the lea;
Hurrah! for a dance on the young green grass,
Come, who will dance with me?

Our shepherds pipe their oaten reeds,
Our maidens lilt and sing,
The linnet warbles on the thorn,
The lark upon the wing,
The cattle on the new-clad hill
Leap full of buoyant glee;
Hurrah! for a dance on the young green grass,
Come, who will dance with me?

Each glowing breast feels flooded
With a stream of life anew,
Each sparkling eye is glist'ning
With young May's rich blobs of dew.
Then joyous as the laughing spring,
Come, let us ever be;
Hurrah! for a dance on the young green grass,
Come, who will dance with me?