The May Morning Dew

[Verse 1]
How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob
Listening to the sounds and the bark of the dog
Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
To pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew

[Verse 2]
Summer is coming, oh summer is near
With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear
The small birds are singing their fond notes so true
And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

[Verse 3]
The house I was reared in is but a stone on a stone
And all 'round the garden the weeds they have grown
And all the find neighbors that ever I knew
Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew

[Verse 4]
God be with the old folks they are all dead and gone
And likewise my brothers young Denis and John
As we tripped through the heather wild hares the pursue
Our joys they were mingled in the May morning dew
Our joys they were mingled in the May morning dew