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It's cold and raw the north winds blow
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Black in the morning early,
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When all the hills were covered with snow
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Oh then it was winter fairly.
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As I was riding o'er the moor
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I met a farmer's daughter
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Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair
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They caused my heart to falter.
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I bowed my bonnet very low
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To let her know my meaning.
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She answered with a courteous smile
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Here looks they were engaging.
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"Where are you bound my pretty maid
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It's now in the morning early?"
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The answer that she made to me,
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"Kind sir, to sell my barley."
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"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse
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And twenty more that's yearly.
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You need not go to the market town
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For I'll buy all your barley.
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If twenty guineas-would gain the heart
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Of the maid I love so dearly,
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All for to tarry with-me one night
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And go home in the morning early."
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As I was riding o'er the moor
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The very evening after,
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It was my fortune for to meet
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The farmer's only daughter.
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Although the weather-being cold and raw
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With her I thought to parley
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The answer that she made to me,
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"Kind sir, I've sold my barley."