Will you go a-maying, a-maying, a-maying, <br />Come and be my Queen of May and pluck the may with me? <br />The fields are full of daisy buds and new lambs playing, <br />The bird is on the nest, dear, the blossom's on the tree.' <br /> <br />'If I go with you, if I go a-maying, <br />To be your Queen and wear my crown this May-day bright, <br />Hand in hand straying, it must be only playing, <br />And playtime ends at sunset, and then good-night. <br /> <br />'For I have heard of maidens who laughed and went a-maying, <br />Went out queens and lost their crowns and came back slaves. <br />I will be no young man's slave, submitting and obeying, <br />Bearing chains as those did, even to their graves.' <br /> <br />'If you come a-maying, a-straying, a-playing, <br />We will pluck the little flowers, enough for you and me; <br />And when the day dies, end our one day's playing, <br />Give a kiss and take a kiss and go home free.'<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-day-10/
