Bennet: Round about in a fair ring Byrd: Though Amaryllis dance in green The sweet and merry month of May Lullaby, my sweet little baby East: Quick, quick, away, dispatch! Farmer: A little pretty bonny lass Gibbons, O: Dainty fine bird The Silver Swan Morley: Now is the month of maying My bonny lass she smileth Fyre! Fyre Ramsey: Sleep, fleshy birth Tomkins: Too much I once lamented Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers! Weelkes: Hark, all ye lovely saints above Ha ha! This world doth pass Death hath deprived me Wilbye: Weep, weep, mine eyes Flora gave me fairest flowers Draw on, sweet night Adieu, sweet Amaryllis