The Mummers' Dance

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
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 When in the springtime of the year
 When the trees are crowned with leaves
 When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
 Are dressed in ribbons fair
 When owls call the breathless moon
 In the blue veil of the night
 The shadows of the trees appear
 Amidst the lantern light
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 Now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
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 Who will go down to the shady groves
 And summon the shadows there
 And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
 In the springtime of the year
 The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
 That when the fiddler plays
 All their voices can be heard
 Long past their woodland days
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
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 And so they linked their hands and danced
 'Round in circles and in rows
 And so the journey of the night descends
 When all the shades are gone
 A garland gay we bring you here
 And at your door we stand
 It is a sprout well budded out
 The work of our Lord's hand
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
 
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 ♪
 When in the springtime of the year
 When the trees are crowned with leaves
 When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
 Are dressed in ribbons fair
 When owls call the breathless moon
 In the blue veil of the night
 The shadows of the trees appear
 Amidst the lantern light
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 Now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
 ♪
 Who will go down to the shady groves
 And summon the shadows there
 And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
 In the springtime of the year
 The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
 That when the fiddler plays
 All their voices can be heard
 Long past their woodland days
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
 ♪
 And so they linked their hands and danced
 'Round in circles and in rows
 And so the journey of the night descends
 When all the shades are gone
 A garland gay we bring you here
 And at your door we stand
 It is a sprout well budded out
 The work of our Lord's hand
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay
 We've been rambling all the night
 And some time of this day
 And now returning back again
 We bring a garland gay