Tudor and Stuart Love Songs — Thomas Watson

THE MAY QUEEN.

With fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chief holiday;

For though this clime were blest of yore, Yet was it never proud before.

O beauteous Queen of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy!

Now th' air is sweeter than sweet balm, And satyrs dance about the palm;

Now earth, with verdure newly dight, Gives perfect signs of her delight.

O beauteous Queen of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy!

Now birds recall new harmony, And trees do whistle melody;

Now everything that nature breeds, Doth clad itself in pleasant weeds.

O beauteous Queen of second Troy, Accept of our unfeigned joy!

Thomas Watson.