In somer when the shawes be sheyne, <br />And leves be large and long, <br />Hit is full merry in feyre foreste <br />To here the foulys song. <br /> <br />To se the dere draw to the dale <br />And leve the hilles hee, <br />And shadow him in the leves grene <br />Under the green-wode tree. <br /> <br />Hit befell on Whitsontide <br />Early in a May mornyng, <br />The Soone up faire can shyne, <br />And the briddis mery can syng. <br /> <br />'This is a mery mornyng,' said Litulle Johne, <br />'Be Hym that dyed on tre; <br />A more mery man than I am one <br />Lyves not in Christiante. <br /> <br />'Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,' <br />Litulle Johne can say, <br />'And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme <br />In a mornynge of May.'<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-in-the-green-wood-2/
