I am listening for more than a year
To my mind's melancholy whispering
Since I met the bright love of my heart
One evening late in autumn
The cow of the fragrant-smelling milk was lowing
And the birds were merry with song
And on the bank of the stream by my side
Was the pretty milkmaid

Her eyes are like the shining sun
Dispersing the mist through the skies
And her cheeks are redder than the rowan trees
Alight among the branches on the hill
Her mouth is sweeter than blackberries
And her complexion brighter than new milk
There is not a lovelier young woman in the world
Than the pretty milkmaid

If I were to receive High Lordship of Ireland
Clothing of silk or satin
Or the highest queen that there is
Alive in this world
If I received a hundred ships as a dowry
Palaces, castles and gold
I would prefer to be wandering the hillsides
With my pretty milkmaid

If it is not in store for me to be together
With that too-faithful beauty as yet
It is limited and sad my life will be
Without peace, without merit, without direction
There will be no consolation in my heart or my mind
I will have no rest by night or day
Til I see by my side away from her people
My pretty milkmaid

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