An Irish Song

An Irish Song: with an accompaniment on the piano forte. By J.A. Stevenson, M.D.

Along the mead one Morn I stray’d,where Butter Cups were blowingYoung Jockey blith came with his Scythto see the Hay a mowingTo meet the Lad my heart was gladyet from him I seem’d goingMy dear said he you’ll stay with meand see the Hay a mowing

a mowingmy dear said he you’ll stay with meand see the Hay a Mowing.

2,The Lark sings sweetThe Lambkins bleatThe Stream is ….. softly flowing,Each Lass and SwainNow leave the plainAnd hasten to the mowing.

3.I long in truthHad loved the YouthMy heart on him bestowing,Then how could IHis wish denyTo stay and see the mowing.