I've a nice little house and a cow or two with 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 could a man want more?

Well I don't know, maybe so,
And the bachelor is easy and he's free,
But I've lots to look after and I'm living all alone,
And their 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,
And I know, the way he says it, that there's someone on his eye,
And me mother has the whole thing planned.

Well I don't know, maybe so,
And twould mollify them greatly to agree.
But there's little Bridget Flynn, it's her I'd want to win,
Though she never throws a eye at me.

Oh, there's a little girl who is worth her weight in gold,
And that's a decent dowry, don't you see?
And I mean to go and ask her, as soon as I get bold,
If she'll come and have an eye to me.

Well I don't know, will she go?
But I'd like to have her sitting on me knee,
And I'd sing like the thrush on the hawthorn bush,
When she comes to have an eye to me.

Well I don't know, will she go?
But I'd like to have her sitting on me knee,
And I'd sing like the thrush on the hawthorn bush,
When she comes to have an eye to me.