        MAY DAY CHANT 1                

	Here we come apiping,
	In Springtime and in May;
	Green fruit aripening,
	And Winter fled away.
	The Queen she sits upon the strand,
	Fair as lily, white as wand;
	Seven billows on the sea,
	Horses riding fast and free,
	And bells beyond the sand.

Transcribed to computer by Seastrider

