Here's another version!

'Tis a year or more since I listened
To sweet tones I love to recall
As I spied a sweet maid whose eyes glistened
On fine sunny eve in the fall
And the milch cows beside her were lowing
As the birds sweetly tuned on each bough
On the bank of a streamlet fast flowing
Was the pretty girl milking her cow

Her eyes are as bright as the sunshine
That scatters the fog in the sky
And her cheeks far redder than berries
That tempt from the branches on high
Her mouth is more luscious than berries
And her features so bright that I vow
There's no grander maid in the world
Than a pretty girl milking her cow

Unless I am favoured to partner
That handsome, modest, sweet maid
My life will be lonesome and gloomy
Without any purpose or aid
No joy will be mine day or night
Nor contentment of mind anyhow
Until by my fireside I see her
The pretty girl milking her cow

Regards Mick Bracken