Oh come smiling June!
In beauty arrayed;
Oh come and bring with thee,
Young Pleasure, fair maid;
Oh come from thy mountain,
Oh come from thy bower,
Thou queen of the fountain,
The breeze and the flower!
Oh come smiling June!
Bid the meadows rejoice;
With Health thy companion,
And Labour thy choice;
Where lately in triumph
Stern winter was seen,
Pomona shall mantle
Her livery of green.
No more let the minstrel
Sing enraptured of May,
Thy beauties, fair season,
Shall waken his lay;
Thy morn is serener,
And brighter thy noon;
Thy evening more lovely,
Oh come smiling June!
