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There was a farm on yonder hill, up where the wind it blows-o |
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There lived a mother and her son and their bonnie old brown cow-o. |
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This cow was a bonnie cow but they needed money most-o |
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So she said, "Please take the cow, to market you must go-o." |
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So he's walked along the way, he's walked but half the day-o |
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And there he's spied a fair young maid, she says, "where are you bound-o?" |
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I'll take this cow along the way |
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Then I will, sell her |
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On market day. "You see this bonnie cow of mine? I'm taking her to market-o Then I'll return to my mother dear with money in my hand-o." |
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So she's took this young man's arm, she says, "You handsome sir-o, Come sit you down in the soft green grass, come rest awhile with me-o. " |
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She's kissed him long, she's kissed him strong, a fair game she did play-o, |
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And after playing not so hard, this young man he gave way-o. |
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I'll take this cow along the way |
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Then I will, sell her |
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On market day. |
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When this young man he awoke both girl and cow were gone-o |
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Gone also were the shoes he wore and the trousers he had on-o. |
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Come all you young men near and far, never heed a maiden's calling, |
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Never trust a girl with your mother's cow, never let your trousers go |
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Falling down |
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In the green grass, |
