When Kate gives the warning
For the milking in the morning,
E'en the cow known for horning comes running to her pail.
All the lambs they play about her,
And the little bonneens snout her,
While their parents they salute her wid a twist of the tail,
Just as if they said, "You darling, God bless you!"

When we rest from our labour,
And, neighbour wid neighbour,
Draw in from the sun to the shelter of the tree,
Wid the new milk and murphies
You come trippin' out to serve us,
All the boys' hearts beguilin', alanna machree!
While each one of us whispers, "God bless you!"

But there's one sweeter hour,
When the sun has lost his power
And the shadows they come creeping along the dewy land,
Then sweet Kitty I go stalking,
Till away we two are walking,
And 'tis pleasantly we're talking, wid my one hand in her hand
And the other slipped around her and welcome!