At the Dawning of the Day

There are Irish poems and songs on the theme of boy meets milk maid at the dawning of the day. It seems to be a busy time of day for the courting here. (I now know my mistake was enjoying too many sleep ins)  I used this traditional form for my song. Each verse ends with 'At the Dawning of the Day'.
It is sung by Sam about his courting dear Rosie. - Daisy Gold

At the Dawning of the Day


As I roved out one morning
in the merry month of May.
I saw a fair young maiden
come a-strolling down my way.
She smiled at me so sweetly
Oh! My heart she stole away.
The morning dew was shining
at the dawning of the day.

I plucked for her a wild rose
from the briary hedgerows green.
On the grassy bank we sat
where the violets can be seen.
"Oh! Let me call you my sweet
love", I hopefully did say.
And all the birds were singing
At the dawning of the day.


Her eyes shone bright with delight,
Her cheeks were a cherry-red.
"With you I'll go a-roving,
My own darling love." she said.
We walked along on paths made
white by blossoms of the May.
We were as two cooing-doves,
At the dawning of the day.