THE DAWNING OF THE DAY
As I walked out one morning fair, it being in the month of
June
The dew was sparkling on the grass and the small birds in full
tune
And when returning from a walk, by the fields I chanced to stray
It was there I met my heart's delight by the dawning of the day
Her head and beautiful neck were bare and mantle none she wore
Her golden hair, in ringlets fair, it hung her shoulders o'er
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, they stole my heart away
And I stood to stare at that Venus fair at the dawning of the day
"Where are you going my pretty fair maid, where are you going so soon?"
"I'm going a milking my cow, kind sir, it being in the month of June
The pasture that my cow feeds on, it lies so far away
And I've got to be there each morning fair at the dawning of the day"
"Come sit you down, my pretty fair maid, supposing it was a mile
Come sit you down on this primrose bank and we will chat a while
With the lambs all sporting on every side and the meadows blooming gay
I'll pledge to you my heart and hand at the dawning of the day"
"Oh no, kind sir" the maid replied, "I cannot tarry now
My parents wait for my return from the milking of my cow
But perhaps we'll meet some other time, if you chance to pass this way"
She gently glided from my sight at the dawning of the day
- Tune and some words learned from
Mary Toner of Keady around 1954.
Additional traditional words and
New words by Tommy Makem
Copyright 1978