Cock-a-doodle-doo! Here I go again,
    Out of bed sore and barely fed,
    My hair is a mess and just look at my dress!
     
     Milking cows and chasing hens
     I am at my wits end.
     The Lord and Lady of the grand hall
     Don’t want to hear of this at all.

     They only care for expensive sandals
     And not that I’ve run out of candles,
     Oh no! I’ve got to bake the bread
     Or today I’ll surely lose my head.

     How I long for peace and quiet!
     The Banquet this week will be a riot.
     Peasants, Lords and loyal knights
     In Carrickfergus it’ll be a rousing night.

     That blind Gaelic Harper is a charmer
     Not for me your English knight in armour.
     Last night I heard him play Greensleeves!
     He says the strings do as they please.

     But an Ulsterman! My advances he does resist
     Sure they’re forever clenching fists.
     Dark clouds are approaching,
     Cruel death and much encroaching.
    
     Oh! I have to make the ale!
     And be sure to fill my harpers pail
     The herbs and gardens I need to tend
     And all my efforts on taxes spend!