A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow

Twas on a bright morning in Summer

When I first heard his voice beckon low

As he said to a collegue beside him

"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"

Ach many times often ye met me

And told me that I should be

Your darling, Acushla,

A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree

Purty girl,

Pur-pur-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 ach, 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!