This is a classic old morris dance track, an adaptation of an adaptation, done originally by Martin Carthy and Dave Swarbrick. It is a stomper of a song, capable of rousing the youth to jump right up and get on it.
It celebrates the height of spring, the phallic chaos of mayday, and the creative pertinence of the rising sap.
It is a song that we will keep singing, developing and loving, as long as the seasons do turn.
lyrics
Come ye young men, come along,
With your music, dance and song,
Bring your lasses in your hands,
For tis that which love commands,
Then to the maypole, haste away,
For tis now our holiday. X2
Tis the choice time of the year,
For the violets now appear,
Now the rose receives its birth,
And the pretty primrose decks the earth,
Then…
Here each batchelor may choose
One that will not faith abuse,
Nor repay with coy disdain,
Love that should be loved again,
Then…
And when you well reckoned have,
What kisses you your sweetheart gave,
Take them all again and more,
It will never make them poor,
Then…
When you thus have spent your time,
And the day be past its prime,
To your beds repair at night,
And dream there of your day’s delight,
this is one of the most beautiful collections of music I've heard in a very long time. every song draws your attention - don't plan on doing anything else while you listen. more please 🙏 kimmcb
I usually haaaate autotune voices, but done this way it's brilliant. When enough craftsmanship is used. Hard to pick a favourite from this great album. One of my favourites of the year! soundofperpetualastonishment
Combining original and traditional tunes on this release, Jim Ghedi has somehow escaped my notice until now. His stirring vocals, guitars and the harmonium, are supported by a quintet on double bass, violin, drums and percussion, as well as trumpet and flugelhorn. The lyrics are primarily dark, mostly focusing on social injustice and land inequity, and are passionately delivered by Jim’s expressive voice Nickie Harte Kelly