You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; There's many a black black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline : But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the Ma As I came up the valley whom think ye should I see, But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. |