Oh the Wild Brown Bee's my lover
Sang the Honey Blossom Clover
In a dewy summer meadow
Near the shining river sheen
Warm within a hollow tree
Sucking honey hides the bee
And the flower's heart she rifled
Wither on the Winter plain.
Ah I fear the bee's a rover
For when golden days are over
And o'er moorland and o'er meadow
Weeps a weary mist of rain
And in golden autumn weather
Off she flew to kiss the heather
Purple shadow on the moorland
Where the lonely mountain sleeps
