It's another Mayday come again,
goodbye to the rains of April,
another Mayday come again,
and we dance around the Maypole!
It's the holiday of pagans
and the holiday of labour
and we merry meet on the mountaintop
and praise the Creator!
So pass the jug of wine
and pass the honey mead!
Pass the pipe around again,
petals snow from the cherry tree...
(It goes on but gets a wee dirty)