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| O DRIMIN DHU DEELISH, my kind Kerry cow, | |
| As black as the night with one star on her brow, | |
| For Drimin Dhu Deelish, the silk of the kine, | |
| For Drimin Dhu Deelish I mourn and I pine. | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | 5 |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu tu slaun! | |
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| For when to the milking I’d call Drimin Dhu, | |
| ’Twas then like a deer down the mountain she flew; | |
| And ah, when beneath her the stool I would place, | |
| How oft on my shoulder she rubbed her soft face! | 10 |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu tu slaun! | |
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| And though sixteen gallon from Drimin would hail, | |
| And under my fingers froth up in the pail, | |
| She ne’er kicked one keeler away o’er the green, | 15 |
| For no cow genteeler than Drimin was seen. | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu tu slaun! | |
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| The mountain bog slid and surprised Drimin Dhu, | |
| Though bravely she battled to break her way through; | 20 |
| Till down, down she went, with a drizzen and drone, | |
| Poor Drimin Dhu Deelish, and left us alone. | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu to slaun! | |
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| When other cows ailed in the wet and the cold, | 25 |
| Our Drimin was evermore hearty and bold; | |
| Straight back and firm body and honey-sweet breath, | |
| Mild eyes and grave manners, how could you know death! | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu tu slaun! | 30 |
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| O silk of the kine, when amongst us you stood | |
| No milk was as fine and no butter as good, | |
| But oh, ’tis chill water and oh ’tis dry scone, | |
| Since Drimin, since Drimin Dhu Deelish is gone! | |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, och oru agraw, | 35 |
| As O ru Drimin Dhu, go dhu tu slaun! | |
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