MAY DAY CHANT - ONE
           
Here we come apiping, 
In Springtime and in May; 
Green fruit aripening, 
And Winter fled away. 
The Queen she sits upon the strand, 
Fair as lily, white as wand; 
Seven billows on the sea, 
Horses riding fast and free, 
And bells beyond the sand. 
           
Valiente, Doreen; "Witchcraft for Tomorrow"; Phoenix Publishing 1985