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