weaseldog2001@yahoo.com Dawning of the Day (Tommy Makem Version) Traditional 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 de-[]light 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