It Was On A Fine Summer's Morning (aka Pretty Maid Milking A Cow) Composer(s): Caelin Deas; Thomas Moore
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, it was chanting melodious She left me scarce able to go My heart it is soothed in solace My Cailín deas crúite na mbó
With courtesy I did salute her "Good-morrow, most amiable maid I'm your captive slave for the future" "Kind sir, do not banter," she said "I'm not such a precious rare jewel That I should enamour you so I am but a plain country girl" Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
"The Indies afford no such jewel So precious and transparently fair Oh! do not to my flame add fuel But consent for to love me, my dear Take pity and grant my desire And leave me no longer in woe Oh! love me or else I'll expire Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"Or had I the wealth of great Damer Or all on the African shore Or had I great Devonshire treasure Or had I ten thousand times more Or had I the lamp of Alladin Or had I his genie also I'd rather live poor on a mountain With Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"I 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
"An old maid is like an old almanack Quite useless when once out of date If her ware is not sold in the morning At noon it must fall to low rate The fragrance of May is soon over The rose loses its beauty, you know All bloom is consumed in October Sweet 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.."
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