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, your 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 forgettin' your purty girl milking her cow.

Purty girl, purty cow.

I'm sure this song would have never been wrote, if the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat, but the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow, so the pretty girl was milking her cow.

Her cow, her cow... La, la, la, la, la, la... La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, a purty girl milking her cow!!!