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lovely May, all nature's gay,
 * The violet blue is flinging

Its sweets around, and joyful sound
 * The notes of wild birds singing.

The primrose pale perfumes the gale,
 * The hawthorn lends assistance,

While through the dells the village bells
 * Are ringing in the distance.

While through the dells, the village bells
 * Are ringing in the distance.

Then dance and play, drive Care away,
 * Nor let its shade come o'er us,

Our path's not clear, yet never fear,
 * There's sunshine on before us.
 * There's sunshine on before us.

Shall birds and flowers have happy hours,
 * And man alone be sad,

As if kind Nature had not lent
 * Enough to make him glad?

There's not a creature born on earth,
 * From greatest to the small,

But what has cause for thankfulness,
 * And man above them all.