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1. On May 2nd, 2008 at 7:32 pm d Says:

   http://tdh46.typepad.com/mondosapore/2007/05/corinna_went_am.html

   CORINNA’S GOING A-MAYING.
   by Robert Herrick

   GET up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
   Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
          See how Aurora throws her fair

          Fresh-quilted colours through the air :
          Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
          The dew bespangling herb and tree.
   Each flower has wept and bow’d toward the east

   Above an hour since : yet you not dress’d ;
          Nay ! not so much as out of bed?
          When all the birds have matins said
          And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin,

          Nay, profanation to keep in,
   Whereas a thousand virgins on this day
   Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.

   Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
   To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,
          And sweet as Flora.  Take no care

          For jewels for your gown or hair :
          Fear not ; the leaves will strew
          Gems in abundance upon you :
   Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,

   Against you come, some orient pearls unwept ;
          Come and receive them while the light
          Hangs on the dew-locks of the night :
          And Titan on the eastern hill

          Retires himself, or else stands still
   Till you come forth.   Wash, dress, be brief in praying :
   Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.

   Come, my Corinna, come ; and, coming, mark
   How each field turns a street, each street a park
          Made green and trimm’d with trees : see how

          Devotion gives each house a bough
          Or branch : each porch, each door ere this
          An ark, a tabernacle is,
   Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove ;

   As if here were those cooler shades of love.
          Can such delights be in the street
          And open fields and we not see’t ?
          Come, we’ll abroad ; and let’s obey

          The proclamation made for May :
   And sin no more, as we have done, by staying ;
   But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

   There’s not a budding boy or girl this day
   But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
          A deal of youth, ere this, is come

          Back, and with white-thorn laden home.
          Some have despatch’d their cakes and cream
          Before that we have left to dream :
   And some have wept, and woo’d, and plighted troth,

   And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth :
          Many a green-gown has been given ;
          Many a kiss, both odd and even :
          Many a glance too has been sent

          From out the eye, love’s firmament ;
   Many a jest told of the keys betraying
   This night, and locks pick’d, yet we’re not a-Maying.

   Come, let us go while we are in our prime ;
   And take the harmless folly of the time.
          We shall grow old apace, and die

          Before we know our liberty.
          Our life is short, and our days run
          As fast away as does the sun ;
   And, as a vapour or a drop of rain

   Once lost, can ne’er be found again,
          So when or you or I are made
          A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
          All love, all liking, all delight

          Lies drowned with us in endless night.
   Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,
   Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

2. On May 4th, 2008 at 3:01 am Axl Says:

   Did mom teach you that song?

   I am really way more glad than I thought I would be to know about m’aider. Thanks!!

3. On May 5th, 2008 at 6:45 pm d Says:

   No, I found it when I was trying to find some evidence to back up the have-anonymous-sex-in-the-woods rumor.