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John Danby
(c.1757 - 1798)
Fairest daughter of the year
(S.A.T.B.)
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Published in Danby's First Collection of Catches, Canons and Glees, 1785.
Lyrics: Mary Whateley
Fairest daughter of the year,
Ever blooming, lovely May:
While thy vivid skies appear,
Nature smiles, and all is gay.
Friend of thine, the shepherd plays
Blithesome near the yellow broom;
While his flock, that careless strays,
Seeks the wild thyme's sweet perfume.
May, with thee I mean to rove
O'er the lawns and valleys fair,
Tune my gentle lyre to love,
Cherish hope and soften care.
Round me shall the village swains,
Shall the rosy nymphs appear;
While I sing, in rural strains,
May, to shepherds ever dear.
Fairest daughter of the year,
Ever blooming, lovely May:
While thy vivid skies appear,
Nature smiles, and all is gay.
Friend of thine, the shepherd plays
Blithesome near the yellow broom;
While his flock, that careless strays,
Seeks the wild thyme's sweet perfume.
May, with thee I mean to rove
O'er the lawns and valleys fair,
Tune my gentle lyre to love,
Cherish hope and soften care.
Round me shall the village swains,
Shall the rosy nymphs appear;
While I sing, in rural strains,
May, to shepherds ever dear.