Athionchollú - "Just Wee"
The Pretty Maid
Noch ein traditionelles irisches Stück, das so schön ist, daß wir es einfach aufnehmen mußten.
It was on a fine summer's morning
The birds sweetly tune on each bough
And a I walked out for my pleasure
I saw a maid milking her 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 entrances!"
"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 girl milking her cow.
The Indies afford no such jewel
So bright, so transparently clear.
Id 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 maid milking her cow.