Testo May Morning Dew

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the barks and the howls of a 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 near With the leaves on the trees and the skies blue and clear And the birds they are singing their fond notes so true And the flowers they are springin' in the May morning dew The house I was reared in is but a stone on a stone And all around 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