The May Queen. You must mind and call me early, call me early, Mother dear, To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New-year; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day, For 'Im to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. 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; For 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, gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. 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. Cras Dione jura dicet fulta sublimi throno. MANE, mater, excita me, mane quam maturrime, Sunt nigris, aiunt, ocellis; sed mei nigerrimi; Atqui, ut experrecta fuerim, noctem adeo perdormio, Voce fac clara voces me, modo dies illuxerit ; Namque primulas legendum, colligandum nodulos, Domina quoniam feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero. En! jugo subire adorsa repperi, quemnam putas? Ponte Morin insidentem repperi, corylum prope: Ille quam torvum tuebar here, reor, consciverat : At ego Domina feriarum, mater, et Princeps ero. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. They say he's dying all for love, but that can never be: They say his heart is breaking, mother-what is that to me? There's many a bolder lad 'ill woo me any summer-day; And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, The honey-suckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckooflowers, And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray; And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Ille me spectrum putavit, candidatam contuens, Recta euntem, nec loquentem, lucis ut scintillulam : Me vocant crudelem amicæ; sed mea nil interest: Domina namque feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero. Deperit me, aiunt, amando; at non ego illis credula: Nec minus tenella mecum feriabitur soror; En casas intexit udas postibus caprifolium, The night winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. All the valley, mother, 'ill be fresh, and green, and still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill, And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily glance and play; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Twinkle, Twinkle. TWINKLE, twinkle, little Star; Tennyson. |