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I've a nice little house and a cow or two with grass,
I've a plant garden running by my door;
I've a shelter for the hens and a stable for the ass,
Now what could a man want more?
I don't know, maybe so,
But a bachelor's life is easy and it's free;
I'm the last to complain, but I'm living all alone,
Sure nobody's looking after me.
Me father often tells me I should go and have a try,
To find a girl that owns a bit of land;
And I know the way he says it, there is someone on his mind,
And my mother has the whole thing planned.
I don't know, maybe so,
It would mollify them so to agree;
Now there's little Brigid Flynn, sure it's her I'd like to win,
But she never has an eye for me.
Now 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 just as soon as I get home,
If she'll come and have an eye for me.
Will she go, I don't know,
But I'd love to have her sitting on my knee;
And I'd sing like a thrush in the hawthorn bush,
If she'd come and have an eye for me.
