May Morning Dew

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Brigid Mae Power - Pop

May Morning Dew

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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 pick the wildflowers in the May morning dew Summer is coming, oh summer is here 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 springing in the May morning dew The house I was rearеd in is but a stone on a stone And all around the gardеn, 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 With their joys, they are mingled with the May morning dew

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