Cailin Deas Cruite Na Mbo - Hannah Peel

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 so enchanting, melodious

It left me scarce unable to go

My heart it is soothed in solice

My cailín deas crúite na mbó

With courtesy, I did salute her

«Good morrow, most young, noble maid

I am your captive slave for the future.»

«Kind sir, do not banter,» she said

«I'm not such a rare precious jewel

That I should enamour you so

I am just a plain country girl,»

Says cailín deas crúite na mbó

«I'll 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

«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.»