Now welcome May comes brightly in,
With sunny shower and azure sky;
Come, quit the city’s dust and din
Ere yet the season’s freshness fly.
This is a spot of ancient turf,
The grass is purely fresh and green;
Just within hearing of the surf:
Few lovelier spots than this, I ween,
Both land and sea in prospect fair,
Well have a merry _Pic Nic_ here.
Come woo we nature’s loveliness,
Her landscapes fair, her scenes sublime,
While young and lightsome footsteps press
Fresh odours from the mountain thyme.
’Tis good to be where old and young
In social happiness are met,
And every heart to mirth is strung,
As if life’s sunshine ne’er would set.
The younger folk shall dance and sing,
The older chat of bye-gone times;
Or poet of the party bring
The tribute of some idle rhymes.
Let every one dismiss dull care
And have a happy _Pic Nic_ here.