Mayday on Dartmoor

Mayday wears a summer smile,
Mayday is a mummer
Sleepy rills and fat green fields—
All the coat of summer.
Sturdy blackthorn twining stars,
Golden gorse a-shining,
All the tors blow honey-sweet
Honey deaths to pining!

Cuckoo's tell-a-secret song
Mocks the bells, mocks the bells;
Whistle back and win along!
Win along, and follow!
Cuckoo's on the restless moor,
Church is in the hollow!

Moorland birdies hopping by,
Skylark's dew a-dropping;
Whispers from the valley stream,
Crisp the ponies' cropping!
Clash the bells! Old church—have done
Of wishing you may get me!
I'll go worshipping the sun
While the sun will let me!

Cuckoo's fetter-breaking song
Mocks the bells, mocks the bells!
Come, my heart! Let's go along!
Go along, and follow!
Cuckoo's on the living moor,
Church is in the hollow!
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