One of those kind of inter continental conversations in mudchat last night rangeing (no pun intended) from the cowboy lullabies for "jittery cows" to the milking songs of The Hebrides.

The Old Chisholm Trail

I'm up in the momin' afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
No chaps and no slicker, and it's pouring down rain,
And I swear, by God, that I'll never night-herd again.

Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day
I'd as soon be a-eatin' prairie hay.
I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figured out I was nine dollars in the hole.
I'll sell my horse and I'll sell my saddle;
You can go to hell with your longhhorn cattle.

A Bhólagan, a bhó chiuin - Bólagan, gentle cow

'S iomadh buaile, bó gun laogh
Cha déid dhachaigh, bó gun laogh
Théid air chreachaibh, bó gun laogh
Leum i 'n garadh, bó gun laogh

"Many a fold", is the calfless cow
"Won't go home", is the calfless cow
"Goes a-reiving", is the calfless cow
"Leapt the dyke", is the calfless cow

Any others?