Every year at the end of May
Fernhurst goes to town,
The children choose the one they think
Should wear the May Queen’s crown.
Here comes the band leading the floats
With the fancy dress procession,
The queen is led to her place of honour
Ready for her accession.
Her champion, St. George, throws down the glove,
The dragon now appears,
They fight, and the dragon is always killed,
It’s been thus for a hundred years.
The maypole dancers move with grace,
Their coloured ribbons entwining.
There’s fun and laughter and so much to do,
All elements combining.
You’re encouraged to buy from all the stalls,
There are games for the children to play,
You go home tired and laden with goodies,
Thanking God for this wonderful day.