I'd love to be
On a sloping hillside
With an Irish girl
By my side
I'd coax and tease her
And draw her nearer
No happier state
Can I visualize

As I rode out
When day was dawning
To herd the kine
By the leafy glade
I espied a damsel
On the pasture seated
With hazel nuts
In her mantle tied

I gently spoke
To this pretty maiden
And would like to kiss her
If she'd agree
She answered softly
And spoke in English
And uttered, "Pray sir, and let me be"

The herds deserve
To be craved and cared for
And I would herd them
The live long day
They give fresh milk
And churning through the summer
And for stocks of kine sure
Young maidens wed