It was on a fine summer's morning
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The birds sweetly tune on each bough
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And as I walked out for my pleasure
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I saw a maid milking a cow
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Her voice was so enchanting, melodious
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Left me quite unable to go
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My heart, it was loaded with sorrow
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For the pretty maid milking her cow
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Then to her I made my advances
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"Good morrow most beautiful maid
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Your beauty my heart so entrances"
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"Pray 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 but a poor little milk girl,"
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Says the pretty maid milking her cow
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The Indies afford no such jewel
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So bright, so transparently clear
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I do not add things to my funeral
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Consent but to know me my dear
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Oh, had I the Lamp of Aladdin
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Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow
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I'd rather be poor in a cottage
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With the pretty girl milking her cow.
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Pretty Maid, The
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| Clannad |
