How sweet it's in winter to sit by the hob
Listening to the growl and the bark of a dog
As you wander through the green fields
Where the wild daisies bloom
Or to pluck the wild flowers
In the May morning dew
Oh summer is coming oh summer is near
With the trees all so green and the sky bright and clear
And the small birds are singing
Their loved ones are winging
And the wild flowers are springing
In the May morning dew
God be with the old ones who are now dead and gone
Likewise my two brothers yound Dennis and John
As they tripped through the heather
The wild heron to pursue
Or the wild hare they hunted
In the May morning dew
The house I was raised in is a stone on a stone
And all 'round the garden wild thistle has grown
And to all the fine neighbors
I once ever knew
Like the wild rose have vanished
In the May morning dew