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