作词 : Cathie Ryan
Cailin Deas Cruite Na Mbo -Cathie Ryan
It being on a fine summer 's morning
As the birds sweetly tuned on each bower
I heard a fair maid sing most charming
As she sat milking her cow
Her voice was enchanting melodious
Which left me scarce able to go
My heart it was soothed with solace
By the cail ín deas cr úite na mb ó
I courteously did salute her
“Good morning most amiable maid
I 'm your captive slave for the future ”
“Kind sir do not banter ”she said
“I 'm not such a precious rare jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am but a plain county girl ”
Says the cail ín deas cr úite na mb ó
“The Indies afford no such jewels
So precious so transparent clear
Oh do not refuse me my jewel
Consent now and love me my dear
For riches I care not a farthing
It 's your love that I want and no more
I 'd rather live poor on the mountain
With my cail ín deas cr úite na mb ó”
“I don 't understand what you mean sir
I ne 'er was a slave yet to love
For these feelings I have no desire
I pray your affection remove
To marry I can assure you
That state I will not undergo
I 'm prepared to live single and airy ”
Says the cail ín deas cr úite na mb ó