Oh, these lusty days of May!
Beth, the farm girl sings all day,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.

Cute she is and without care,
Her voice peals sweet and clear,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.

Farmhand Hank offers her a kiss--
That’s one the milk cow would not miss,
But Beth sings, tra-la, la la la.

Ben, another idle would-be lover,
He blows a kiss--she runs for cover,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la,

She hides among Alfalfa hay,
Then beckons Jack, “Come this-a-way,”
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.

Nine month have passed, her belly round,
Of tra-la-la one hears no peep, no sound.
Well, there you have it; tra-la-la-la-la.