I've a nice slated house and a cow or two at grass,
I've a plant garden running by the door;
I've a shelter for the hens and a stable for the ass,
And what can a man want more.
I dunno; maybe so,
And a bachelor is easy and he's free,
But I've plenty to look after,
And I'm living all alone,
And there's no one looking after me.
Me father often tells me I should go and have a try,
To get a girl that owns a bit of land;
I know the way he says it that there's someone in his eye
And me mother has the whole thing planned;
I dunno, maybe so,
And 'twould mellify them greatly to agree,
But there's' little Brigid Flynn,
Sure it's her I want to win,
Though she never throws an eye on me.
Oh! There's a little girl who is worth her weight in gold
An' that's a dacent dowry don't you see;
And I mean to go and ax her as soon as I get bold,
If she'll come and have an eye to me.
I dunno will she go,
But I'd like to have her sitting on me knee,
And I'd sing like a thrush,
On a hawthorn bush
If she'll come and have an eye to me.
