When the dew is on the grass,
And St. John's bell rings for matins,
And St. Mary's rings for mass!
The merry skylarks soar and sing,
And seem to Heaven very near—
Who knows what blessed inns they see,
What holy drinking songs they hear?
O, it's up in the morning early,
When the dew is on the grass,
And St. John's bell rings for matins,