Twas on a bright morning in summer

When I first heard his voice speakin' 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

Your darling Acushla

A Lana Mavourneen Asuilish machree

I have not the manners or graces

Of the girls in the world where ye move

I have not their beautiful faces

But oh I've a heart that can love

If it please ye I'll dress me in satin

I'm jewels foot by brow

But och don't be after forgettin'

Your purty girl milking her cow