MAY DAY. Anne Hunter (née Home) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street 1802 pp. 113-114.

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MAY DAY . THE village bells ring merrily , The milk maids sing so cheerily , With flow'ry wreaths and ribbons crown'd , Now May Day comes its annual round ; The may-pole rears its lofty head , Round on the turf they dance and play ; While I the distant pathway tread , And shun their dance , and festive lay . The wither'd leaves fell mournfully , The autumn blast blew cold for me , When Lubin left me at the door Of our lone cottage on the moor . He follows far the fife and drum , In scarlet deck'd , and feathers gay ; Ah ! while he wanders far from home , How can I hail the festive May ?