Your diet shall be dressed in rotation
The best that the house can afford
And the longer with me you're acquainted
The better you'll like me I know
She showed me the meadow next morning
And told me to cut it quite low
And as soon as I entered the corner
She said I was cutting too slow
So I done my endeavours to plaze her
As I being so far from my home
And she said if I worked for her faithfully
She'd soon make the farm me own
I saved all her hay from the storm
I thrashed both her wheat and her oats
And then I demanded my wages
And said I was going for the road
She said do not go and forsake me
And leave me in Grief all alone
I'll keep you from going through hard labour
And sweet Bansha on you I'll bestow