Once I was a little page
To a May-day queen,
And I wore a little coat
Made of Lincoln green.
Oh, the queen was beautiful!
And she had a bright
Crown of golden cuckoo-buds
And violets blue and white.
On the step beside her throne
I sat very still,
Ready, as a page should be,
To obey her will.
And before us little girls,
Each with garlands gay,
Round a May-pole danced and sang
Almost all the day.