Arise, arise, my pretty fair maid
And take your May bush in
For if it is gone by tomorrow, morrow morn
You'll say we have brought you none.
We have been wandering all this night
And almost all the day
And now returned back again
We have brought you a branch of May.
A branch of May we have brought you
And at your door it stands
It's nothing but a sprout but it's well budded out
By the work of our Lord's own hands.
The clock strikes one, it's time to be gone
No longer can we stay
Heaven bless you all, both great and small
And send you a joyful May.