A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow

Twas on a bright morning in Summer When I first heard his voice spakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?" Och many times often ye met me And told me that I should be You darling, Acushla, A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree Purty girl, purty girl, With no on there to show her how The purt, purt, purty girl is now Milking her cow I have not the manners or graces Of the girls in the world where ye move And I have not their beautiful faces But oh, I've a heart that can love And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin With jewels, jewels in me brow But och, don't be after forgettinYour purty girl milking her cow