The pretty girl milking her cow

It was on a fine summer morning,

The birds sweetly tun'd on each bough,

And as I walk'd out for my pleasure

I saw a maid milking her cow;

Her voice so enchanting, melodious,

Left me quite unable to go,

My heart it was loaded with sorrow

For Colleen dhas cruthen namoe.

Then to her I made my advances;

“Good morrow, most beautiful maid,

Your beauty my heart so entrances!”

“Pray sir, do not banter,” she said;

“I'm not such a rare precious jewel,

That I should enamour you so,

I am but a poor little milk-girl,”

Says Colleen dhas cruthen namoe.

The Indies afford no such jewels,

So bright and transparently clear;

Ah! do not add flame to my fuel!

Consent by to love me, my dear.

Ah! had I the lamp of Aladdin,

Or the wealth of the African shore,

I would rather be poor in a cottage

With Colleen dhas cruthen namoe.