Five O’clock in the Morning

Five O’clock in the Morning.
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The dew lay gilstening on the grass,
A. mist was o’er the brook.
At the earitest gleam leam of the golden sun
The swallow her nest forBook:
The snowy blooms of the hawthorn tres
Lay thickly the ground adorning.
And birds were singing in every buah
At five o’clock in the morning.
(Repeat last two lines of each stanza for refrain.)
And Reavie, the milkmaid, merrily sung.
For the meadows were fresh and fair;
The breezen of moreing kisard her brow
And played in her nut brown hatr
But often she turned and glanced around
As if the alience scarniug
‘Twas time for the mower to whet his scythe.
At five o’clock in the morning.

Then o’er the meadows the mowers came,
And merry the volcea rang,
And one of his number wended his way
To where the milkmaid sang.
And as he lingered by her side.
Despite his comrades’ warning.
The old, old story was told again
At five o’clock in the morning.