| 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.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cailin Deas Cruite Na Mbo , by - Hannah Peel. Song from the album The Broken Wave, in the genre Альтернатива