Lyrics:

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob
Listenin' to the sounds and the bark of a dog
Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
To pluck the wild flowers in the May mornin' dew
Summer is comin', oh summer is near
With the leaves of the trees and the sky blue and clear
And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true
And the wildflowers are springing in the May mornin' dew
The house I was reared in is but a stone upon a stone
And all around the garden, the weeds, they have grown
And all the fine neighbors that ever I knew
Like the red rose, have perished in the May mornin' dew
Ah oh
Ah oh
Ah oh
God be with the old folks, they are all dead and gone
And likewise my brothers, young Dennis and John
As we trip through the heather, wild hares to pursue
Our joys, they were mingled in the May mornin' dew
Our joys, they were mingled in the May mornin' dew