A sunny day in the month of May
A lady went out, a-walking
On a hillside, a serf she espied
And they began a talking.

"I saw from afar, good sir that you are
A shepherd and a cowman
But at this time it seems that I'm
In need of a sturdy plowman."

Fa-la-la-la-la
Titty-fal-diddle
Merry the month of May - o

"A shepherd am I, but fain I would try
My lady, to render service
For understand that I am a man
And all of my sheep are nervous."

She asked around, and she found
That he was a stalwart lad
In word and deed, all agreed
At plowing he was not ba-a-a-ad

Hey nonny nonny
Try la la lee
Ri ridi fal laurel a day-o
Fa-la-la-la
Titty-fell-diddle
A jar of Hellman's Mayo

"Your lord, I fear, will he be near?
Not that the job, I'm shirking
Doth he no more tend to this chore
Hath he not a plow, that's working?"

"Good sir, you joke, his plow is broke
And it cannot be mended.
As I recall, tis no good at all
Tis years since his plot was tended."

Hey, nonny, nonny, tra-la-la-lee,
Ri-riddy fal laurel a day-o

So while he slept, away they crept
'Twas time to plow the earth up.
And though we be so far from the sea
'Tis well that here the serf's up.

And late that night in full moonlight
All things to spring were bowing,
They did prove the earth can move
With their springtime plowing.

Hey, nonny, nonny, fal-diddle, all day
A-singing, a softly-sighing.
A rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.