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 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.
