Rights of May...

And a hey nonny nonny....

And it's down to the river I go,
Amid pasture so lush and green,
To gaze at silent water flow,
And look upon wonders that can be seen.

But hark what a merry, joyful sound,
With dancing and prancing so free,
Molly dancers celebrating with a round,
Whooping and whaling with such glee.

With such happy feet upon sacred ground,
On this ancient pasture they did lay,
Old tradition restored they did abound,
They merrily observed the rights of May!

Great start to the day!