In May In The Northlands

The woodcock to breed are back on the old hill
And wildflowers bloom on the grassy green banks of the rill
That to the big river goes babbling along
By hedgerows and groves where nesting birds are on song
The hawthorns are in their blooms of white to gray
And the old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of May
And bluebells on the mossy ditch of the bohreen
And everywhere looking so lush and so green
And everywhere I turn to look I can see
The beauty of Nature is all around me
Nature's feathered minstrels delightful to hear
In May in the Northlands a lovely time of year
The skylark above the rank bracken does rise
And up to the cloud World he sings as he flies.