Winter time has gone and past-o,
Summer time has come at last-o.
We shall sing and dance the day
And follow the ’obby ’orse that
brings the May.
Hail! Hail! The First of May-o!
For it is the first summer’s day-o!
Cast you cares and fears away,
Drink to the old horse on the First
of May!
Blue bells they have started to
ring-o,
And true love, it is the thing-o.
Love on any other day
Is never quite the same as on the
First of May!
Never let it come to pass-o
We should fail to raise a glass-o!
Unto those now gone away
And left us the ’obby ’orse that
brings the May!
A song inspired by the
May Day celebrations at Padstow in Cornwall where an ancient ’Obby ’Oss has for
centuries been paraded through town. (More recently two rival ’osses—one red
and one blue—take to the streets). The words and tune, by contemporary songwriter
Dave Webber, have entered the English folk tradition.
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