Brigid Flynn

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 does a man want more?
I don't know, maybe so,
And a bachelor is easy and free;
But I've got lots to look after, and I'm living all alone,
And there's no one looking after me.
Well now, 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 in his eye,
And me mother has the whole thing planned.
I don't know, maybe so,
It would mollify them greatly to agree;
But there's the little Brigid Flynn, and it's her I want to win,
Though she never throws an eye at me.
Aha, now there's a little girl and she's 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.
I don't know, 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'd come and have an eye to me.
I don't know, 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'd come and have an eye to me.