Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day, Temperately faultless and fair. Oh, to be roaming, this rare day in May ~ Oh, how I wish you were there. Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye And as summer is saluted, yet still... Oh, you were with me as often I try To think of you out on the hill. I remember you with me, faithful and true, Oh you, how loyal and sound; Alert when I whistled and ever, I knew Oh you, a prince of a hound. Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~ But do I feel rain in the sky? Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken; Oh, 'tis the tear in my eye.