The May Morning Dew
The Chieftains Lyrics


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

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Quinta Esencia

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



All comments from YouTube:

Quinta Esencia

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

Meghann Gervais-Lynch

Just beautiful. I have their Celtic Wedding CD, looks like I should get this one too :)

Greg Johnson

RIP Paddy Moloney (1 August 1938 – 12 October 2021) This song chokes me up every time I hear it.

chispita 72

this song reminds me of Neil Young's repertoire. Beautiful music.

Joe Power

Wow, goosebumps!

Levis the 67

A classic.

Elizabeth Flynn

Beautiful.

Drag0nW0lf10

i love this song

psyne000

I don't underestimate this music. It is centuries and centuries old. I recently put on an event for a friend for St. Patricks day. Sourcing the music became a revelation for me. I discovered what it meant to truly be an Irishman. We have travelled all over the world, some of us first generation, some second generation considered 'Plastic Paddy's' affectionately by our stateful displacement.  When I heard some of the Chieftans work, I became full of love and pride for my home.  We are lost in a world full of ambitious corporate animals to where we flock, bearing our talents, to make money and evolve. I can assure you this is an echo of our beloved past that calls us to mind, to bear arms, to defend our Culture and our badge of national pride.  Many of our countrymen fell, lovers fathers, sons now just memories in a cool breeze, but our blood and our hearts are heavy when we hear these stories, we know what it is to lament, for we have felt the bitter the shade of man cast upon us.  An Irishman will be the first to admit he has a foolish pride, but we bear much as do our Women. We are the finest of men, great lovers of art, farming, Drink, music and Women. We have built cities, been slaves and slaved, but we endure still and are grieved to hear songs such as this. So listen, its not just beauty, its cold, tough hard pure and universal.

Dan Leece

beautiful....

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