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!