John Wilson
(1595 - 1674)

In the merry month of May
(T.T.B.)
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An arrangement of uncertain provenance.
Lyrics: Nicholas Breton

In the merry month of May,
On a morn by break of day,
Forth I walked the wood so wild,
When as May was in her pride
There I spied all alone
Phillida and Corydon.

Much ado there was, God wot,
He did love but she could not;
He said his love was ever true,
She said none was false to you.
He said he had loved her long,
She said love should I take no wrong.