Cailin Deas Cruite Na Mbo
[Verse]
It was on a fine summer's morning
When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough
I heard a fair maid sing most charming
As she sat a'milking her cow;
Her voice so enchanting, melodious
It left me scarce unable to go
My heart it is soothed in solice
My cailín deas crúite na mbó
With courtesy, I did salute her
"Good morrow, most young, noble maid
I am your captive slave for the future."
"Kind sir, do not banter," she said
"I'm not such a rare precious jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am just a plain country girl,"
Says cailín deas crúite na mbó
"I'll beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me
I cannot consent unto thee
I like to live single and airy
Till more of the world I do see
New cares they would me embarrass
Besides, sir, my fortune is low
Until I get rich I'll not marry,"
Says cailín deas crúite na mbó
"A young maid is like a ship sailing
There's no knowing how long she may steer
For with every blast she's in danger
Oh, consent love and banish all care
For riches I care not a farthing
Your affection I want and no more
In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you
My cailín deas crúite na mbó."