It's cold and raw, the north winds blow|
Black in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow
Oh then it was winter fairly.
As I was riding o'er the moor
I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair
They caused my heart to falter.
2. I bowed my bonnet very low
3. "Now twenty guineas I've in my purse|
And twenty more that's yearly.
You need not go to the market town
For I'll buy all your barley.
If twenty guineas would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly
All for to tarry with me one night
And go home in the morning early."
4. As I was riding o'er the moor
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