IT was the charming month of May,
When all the flowrs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And oer the flowry mead she goes
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus.Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping oer the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The featherd people you might see
Perchd all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;
Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Outrivald by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she, &c.
