O lusty May with Flora quene The balmy drops from Phebus schene Preluciand bemes befoir the day, befoir the day, the day, Be that Diana growis grene Thru' glaidnes of this lusty May. Than Esperus that is so bricht Till wofull hairts castis his licht With banks that blumes on ev'ry bray, on ev'ry bray, the bray, And schurs ar sched furth of thair sicht Thru' glaidnes of this lusty May.