Bow-Meeting Song (Merry archers, come with me)

Merry archers, come with me!
Come with me, come with me;
Merry archers, come with me
To our tent beside the holly!

Summer gilds the smiling day,
Summer clothes the tufted spray,
Earth is green and heaven is gay,
Wherefore should we not be jolly?

Merry archers, come, &c.

Here is friendship, mirth is here,
Woodland music, woodland cheer,
And, with hope and blended fear,
Here is love's delightful folly.

Our life, alas! is fraught with care,
And mortals all must have their share,
But yet to-day we well may spare
From our load of melancholy.

Merry archers, come with me!
Come with me, come with me;
Merry archers, come with me
To our tents beside the holly!