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The May Morning Dew

  • (Trad)

    How pleasant in winter to sit by the hearth
    Listening to the barks and the howls of the dog
    Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
    And to pluck the wild flowers in the May morning dew

    Summer is coming, oh summer is here
    With leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear
    And the birds they are singing their fond notes so true
    And the flowers they are springing in the May morning dew

    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 kind neighbours that ever I knew
    Like the red rose they've withered in the May morning dew

    God be with the old folks who are now dead and gone
    And likewise my brothers, young Dennis and John
    As they tripped through the heather the wild hare to pursue
    As their joys they were mingled in the May morning dew

    (as sung by Dolores Keane)

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