Upon the morning dew I tread
Up the hill yet filled with dread
For a lass once mine now gone and dead
Up and on morning dew I tread.

Up to Poppy Hill I tread
Where nameless rocks keep homestead
My sweet sweet lass, her name I read
Brought tears upon mine eyes clutching head.

Upon the morning dew I tread
Back down again the road I led
To see the girl who held my heart by thread
Who warmed my soul and filled my bed.

Down on mourning dew I bled
The ground so soft, now red
"Why have you gone" I softly said
This was last time on morning dew I'd tread.