Hear the silver hunting-horn

Clear among the trees!

Red lips to bugle out,

Crying down the breeze.

Robin Hood and Friar Tuck

Come to life again -

Dragon, fool, and Hobby-horse,

And Robin Hood's men.

Green suit and leathern smock,

Slim the archers stand,

Soft of foot and strong of arm,

Brown of cheek and hand.

Run the merry foresters

Soft along the grass,

And the Morris dancers

Sing to see them pass.

Villager do honor

To the Queen of May,

While the Ribbon dancers

Weave their happy way.

This is beauty's holiday;

May is on the air,

And all the maids-in-waiting

Are young, and very fair.