Shadows of the twilight falling
On the mountain's brow,
To each other birds are calling
In the leafy bough.
Where the daisies are a-springing,
And the cattle beIls are ringing,
Comes my Mary, gaily singing,
Bringing home the cows.
By a bush the pathway skirted
Room for two allows.
All the cornfields are deserted,
Idle are the ploughs.
Striving for wealth's spoil and booty,
Farmer boys have finished duty,
When I meet my little beauty
Bringing home the cows.
Tender words and kind addresses,
Most polite of bows,
Rosy cheeks and wavy tresses
Do my passions rouse;
Dress so natty and so cleanly,
Air so modest and so queenly,
Oh! so haughty, yet serenely
Bringing home the cows.
Arm-in-arm together walking,
While the cattle browse,
Earnestly together talking,
Plighting lovers' vows.
Where the daisies are a-springing,
Wedding bells will soon be ringing;
Then we'll watch our servant bringing
Mine and Mary's cows.
