Traditional 18th-century ballad attributed to irish poet and songwriter Thomas Moore - Martin D-28GE (adirondack/brazilian)
Pretty girl milking her cow
It was on a fine summer's morning
The birds sweetly tune on each bough
And as I walked out for my pleasure
I saw a maid milking a cow
Her voice was so enchanting, melodious
Left me quite unable to go
My heart, it was loaded with sorrow
For the pretty maid milking her cow
Then to her I made my advances
Good morrow most beautiful maid
Your beauty my heart so entranches
Pray sir do not banter, she said
I'm not such a rare precious jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am but a poor little milk girl,
Says the pretty maid milking her cow
The Indies afford no such jewel
So bright, so transparently clear
I do not add things to my funeral
Consent but to know me my dear
Oh, had I the Lamp of Aladdin
Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow
I'd rather be poor in a cottage
With the pretty girl milking her cow.
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.
The fragrance of May is soon over,
The rose loses its beauty, you know;
All bloom is consumed in October,
With the pretty girl milking her cow.
It's charming to hear you, thank you for the song.
Yasmund 3 weeks ago in playlist Favorite videos
@Yasmund thankyou for listening Yasmund!
lazylazyshark 3 weeks ago
AWESOME!!!! AMAZING VOICE!!!! Peace,Love,Saffron:D
iSaffidotcom 3 months ago
@iSaffidotcom thankyou Saffron! peace & love to you
lazylazyshark 3 months ago
Hi,
nice rendition!... congrats for your brilliant voice!... Super!...
luca
lucabez 7 months ago
@lucabez grazie luca!
lazylazyshark 7 months ago