They say he 's dying all for love,-but that can never be They say his heart is breaking, mother,-what is that to me? There 's many a bolder lad 'll woo me any summer day And I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light.
As I came up the valley, whom think ye should I see But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree? He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,- But I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break But I must gather knots of flowers and buds, and garlands gay For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. There 's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine There 's Margaret and Mary, there 's Kate and Caroline But none so fair as little Alice in all the land, they say: So I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. YOU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad new-year,- Of all the glad new-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May.
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