A Beautiful Morning In May

The bluebells adorn the ditch of the bohreen And on the hedgerows and in leafy groves of Dereen The songbirds are singing in the dawning gray Just before sunrise on a beautiful day By ditch and by hedgerow the clear mountain rill Is babbling downland from the field by the hill And the hawthorns to look at a beautiful sight Adorned in their beautiful blossoms of white A poet of such beauty would feel inspired to write A poem for others to read and recite Amongst the rank rushes the cock pheasant crow And the dark brown dipper with breast as white as snow Sings in the stream from here far away In the dawn of a beautiful morning in May.