It being in the month of July in the rosy time of the year
Down by yon flowery meadows where the water does run clear,
Where the lambs and little fishes do merrily sport and play,
And the lads and the lasses they go tumbling through the hay.

La de dee die de tol da lee
La de dee die la de die
La de dee die de tol da lee.

Then up came lovely Johnny with a pitchfork and a rake
And up came lovely Molly the hay then for to make
For they timed their notes so merry as the nightingale did sing
And from morning until evening they were at their haymaking

La de dee die de tol da lee
La de dee die la de die
La de dee die de tol da lee

Then up come the mowers the hay for to cut down
With their scythes upon their shoulders and their hair a lovely brown
Then up come the labourers the hay for to shake out
And when they had it all cut down they tossed it all about.

La de dee die de tol da lee
La de dee die la de die
La de dee die de tol da lee

It was coming up to Saturday and all would get their pay
And all these jolly haymakers were feeling blithe and gay
The number of these haymakers as near as I can say
Were five and twenty boys and girls a-tumbling through the hay.

La de dee die de tol da lee
La de dee die la de die
La de dee die de tol da lee

When nine short months were over and all was past and gone
There were five-and-twenty boys and girls a-making their sad moan
Singing hush-la ba-baby, these fair maids they did say
And many's a time they wished they ne'er had tossed among the hay.

La de dee die de tol da lee
La de dee die la de die
La de dee die de tol da lee

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