To the Maypole, Parody

To the maypole, let us on,
I have three corns and one bun-yon.
Walk, please, to the lower green,
Where your costumes won't be seen.

These rehearsals, who can amend them?
Five dollar fine if you don't attend them.
Round the maypole, let us on,
Sure it's my foot, but just step on.

Coming at you, come sweet lass,
Come and tumble on the grass,
Come and trip me on the green,
Where no lads will e'er be seen.

There always from the break of day,
All those dance who cannot pay,
"Keep together," hey, sweet lass,
Must you kick me as we pass?