The May-Pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'D It. A Health To My Girls, Whose Husbands May Earls Or Lords Be, Granting My Wishes, And When That Ye Wed To The Bridal Bed, Then Multiply All, Like To Fishes.