The May Eve Song Monologue from Every Man in His Humour

From Every Man in His Humour by Ben Jonson

any · joyful · 1:02 min

If we should wake you from your sleep, Good people listen now, Our yearly festival we keep, And bring a Maythorn bough. An emblem of the world it grows, The flowers its pleasures are, But many a thorn bespeaks its woes, Its sorrow and its care. Oh! sleep you then, and take your rest, And, when the day shall dawn, May you awake in all things blest-- A May without a thorn. And when, to-morrow we shall come Oh! treat us not with scorn; From out your bounty give us some-- Be May without a thorn. May He, who makes the May to blow, On earth his riches sheds, Protect thee against every woe, Shower blessings on thy heads.

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