Letras de A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow

′Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice speaking low
As he said to a colleen beside him
"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"
Ach, many times often you met me
And told me that I should be your darlin′
Ach, cuisle a lánadh
Má bhfuil níos súil leis mo chroí

Purty girl, purty girl
With no one there to show her how
The purty, purty, 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 forgetting
Your purty girl milking her cow

Purty girl, purty cow

I′m sure this song would have never been wrote
If the purty girl hadn't been milking her goat
But the goat wasn′t feeling well, anyhow
So the purty girl was milking her cow