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May Morning Dew - Lais

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 two 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