Twas on a bright morning in Summer 
When I first heard his voice beckon low 
As he said to a collegue beside him 
"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?" 

Ach many times often ye met me 
And told me that I should be 
Your darling, Acushla, 
A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree 

Purty girl, 
Pur-pur-purty girl
With no on there to show her how 
The purt, purt, purty girl is now 
Milking her cow 

I have not the manners or graces 
Of the girls in the world where ye move 
And I have not their beautiful faces 
But oh, I've a heart that can love 

And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin 
With jewels, jewels in me brow 
But ach, don't be after forgettin' 
Your purty girl milking her cow 

Purty girl, purty cow, 
I'm sure this song would have never been wrote 
If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat 
But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow 
So the pretty girl was milking her cow. 

Her cow, her cow... 
La, la, la, la, la, la... 
La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la 
A purty girl milking her cow!