May Morning Dew

How pleasant in winter to sit by the home (hob)

Listening to the barks and 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 sky’s blue and clear

And the birds they are singing their fine (found) notes so true

And the flowers are springing in the may morning dew.

May Morning Dew is a rare sean-nós tune said to be written by a returning emigrant to Donegal.

Animation by Sarah Wilson