The May Morning Dew

How pleasant in winter
 To sit by the hob
 Just listening to the barks
 And the howls of the dog
 Or to walk through the green fields
 Where wild daisies grew
 To pluck the wild flowers
 In the may morning dew
 When summer is coming
 When summer is near
 With the trees oh so green
 And the sky bright and clear
 And the wee birds all singing
 Their loved ones to woo
 And young flowers all springing
 In the may morning dew
 I remember the old folk
 All now dead and gone
 And likewise my two brothers
 Young Dennis and John
 How we ran o'er the heather
 The wild hare to pursue
 And the proud deer we hunted
 In the may morning dew
 Of the house I was born in
 There's but a stone on the stone
 And now all 'round the garden
 Wild thistles have grown
 And gone are the neighbours
 That I once knew
 No more will we wander
 Through the may morning dew