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.