Pretty Maid Milking the CowCailín Deas Crúite Na Mbó |
It was on a fine summer's morning, When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough; I heard a fair maid sing most charming As she sat a-milking her cow; Her voice, it was chanting melodious, She left me scarce able to go; My heart it is soothed in solace, My Cailín deas crúite na mbó.
2. With courtesy I did salute her,
3. The Indies afford no such jewel, | 4. Or had I the wealth of great Damer, Or all on the African shore, Or had I great Devonshire treasure, Or had I ten thousand times more, Or had I the lamp of Alladin, Or had I his genie also, I'd rather live poor on a mountain, With Cailín deas crúite na mbó.
5. I beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me;
6. An old maid is like an old almanack, |
7. A young maid is like a ship sailing, There's no knowing how long she may steer, For with every blast she's in danger; Oh! consent, love, and banish all care. For riches I care not a farthing, Your affection I want and no more; In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you, My Cailín deas crúite na mbó. |