A churning song. I Oh as I roved out one evening down by the river clear, A mother & her daughter I happened for to hear. They both sat down quite carelessly to the milking of a cow Says the daughter to the mother I must get married now.
II Says the mother to the daughter will you hold your silly tongue. You are far too young to get married
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
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