Oss, Oss, Wee Oss
Unite and unite and let us all unite
For summer is a-come unto day
And wither we are going, we will all unite
In the merry morning of May
With a merry ring and now the joyful spring
O give us a cup of ale and the merrier we will sing
The young men of Padstow, they might if they would
They might have built a ship and gilded it all in gold
The young women of Padstow, they might if they would
They might have built a garland of the white rose and the red
Where are those young men that now here should dance?
For some they are in England and some they are in France
O where is St. George?
O where is he o ?
He's out in his longboat
All on the salt sea-o
Up flies the kite
Down falls the lark-o
And Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own park-o
With a merry ring and now the joyful spring
So happy are those little birds and the merrier we will sing
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