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letra de the maid who sold her barley - niilo sirola

[verse 1]
it’s cold and raw, the north winds blow
black in the morning early
i saw 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 sloe-black hair
the caused my heart to falter

[verse 2]
now i bowed my bonnet low
to let her know my meaning
she answered with a courteous smile
here [?] far exceeding
“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.”

[verse 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”
[verse 4]
she said, “if forty pounds would buy that love
this thing i wouldn’t do, sir
and if me kin were poorest of
i still would raise them so, sir
and it might be [?]
[?] together
and you’ll be gone [?]
[?] find my father”

[verse 5]
as i was riding o’er the moor
the ver 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”

- niilo sirola

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