when we were young and gay.
in the merry, merry month of May.
Oh yes, with ever -changing sports
we whiled the hours away.
in the merry, merry month of May.
Our voices echoed through the glen
with blithe and joyful ring.
We built a hut of mossy stones
and we dabbled in the hillside spring.
Oh yes, with ever -changing sports
we whiled the hours away.
in the merry, merry month of May.
We joyed to meet and grieved to part,
we sighed when night came on.
We went to rest with longing heart
for the coming of a bright day dawn.
Oh, yes, with ever -changing sports
in the merry, merry month of May.
