I am a country servant serving in Collon In a place they call New Hamilton, a grand old-fashioned town ‘Twas early in the morning at the hour of three When I set off for Clady, the old grey mare and me
In the corner of the street, a bus I chanced to pass And in the corner of the bus I spied a country lass Says I, My pretty fair maid, come along with me I’m going the road to Clady, the old grey mare and me
Cheeks as red as roses, eyes a bonny blue Dancing, dancing pierce me through and through She fairly won my fancy, stole away my heart Jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart
I asked her up beside me and on the cart she sat I slipped an arm around her waist and soon began to chat The birds in the bushes sweetly they did sing The blackbirds and the thrushes how they made a forest ring
Well you’ve heard of lords and ladies making love in shady bowers And how they woo awhile among the roses and the flowers I'll never forget that morning. Cupid shot his dart Jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart