The Maid Who Sold Her Barley |
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 |