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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.

 I bowed my bonnet very low

 To let her know my meaning.

 She answered with a courteous smile

 Here looks they were engaging.

 "Where are you bound my pretty maid

 It's now in the morning early?"

 The answer that she made to me,

 "Kind sir, to sell my barley."

 "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."

 As I was riding o'er the moor

 The very evening after,

 It was my fortune for to meet

 The farmer's only daughter.

 Although the weather-being cold and raw

 With her I thought to parley

 The answer that she made to me,

 "Kind sir, I've sold my barley."