Steeleye Span - Padstow lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Padstow lyrics]
Unite and unite, and let us all unite
For summer is a-coming today
And whither we are going we all will unite
In the merry morning of May
The young men of Padstow
They might if they would
For summer is a-coming today
They might have built a ship
And gilded it with gold
In the merry morning of May
The young women of Padstow
They might if they would
For summer is a-coming today
They might have built a garland with
The white rose and the red
In the merry morning of May
Rise up, Mrs johnson
All in your gown of green
For summer is a-coming today
You are as fine a lady
As wait's upon the queen
In the merry morning of May
Oh, where is King George? Oh, where is he-O?
He's out in his longboat
All on the salt sea-O
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark-O
Aunt Ursula Birdwood, she had an old ewe
And she died in her own park-O
With the merry ring and
With the joyful spring
For summer is a-coming today
How happy are the little birds and
The merrier we shall sing
In the merry morning of May
Oh, where are the young men
That now do advance?
For summer is a-coming today
Oh, some they are in England and
Some they are in France
In the merry morning of May
For summer is a-coming today
And whither we are going we all will unite
In the merry morning of May
The young men of Padstow
They might if they would
For summer is a-coming today
They might have built a ship
And gilded it with gold
In the merry morning of May
The young women of Padstow
They might if they would
For summer is a-coming today
They might have built a garland with
The white rose and the red
In the merry morning of May
Rise up, Mrs johnson
All in your gown of green
For summer is a-coming today
You are as fine a lady
As wait's upon the queen
In the merry morning of May
Oh, where is King George? Oh, where is he-O?
He's out in his longboat
All on the salt sea-O
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark-O
Aunt Ursula Birdwood, she had an old ewe
And she died in her own park-O
With the merry ring and
With the joyful spring
For summer is a-coming today
How happy are the little birds and
The merrier we shall sing
In the merry morning of May
Oh, where are the young men
That now do advance?
For summer is a-coming today
Oh, some they are in England and
Some they are in France
In the merry morning of May