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      Purty girl, purty girl   With no one 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 och, 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