Ay, sure, my eyes scan

The green place she is in,

Aillsha-bàn, Aillsha-bàn:

And her hand is so soft

And her crooning is sweet

As my milking is soft

Upon thee, Aillsha-bàn—

As my crooning is sweet

Upon thee, Aillsha-bàn,

Aillsha-bàn—