Traditional Irish Listen to a sample
It's cold and raw, the north winds blow, out in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow, then it was winter fairly.
As I was riding o'er the moor I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and coal-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. Her looks they were engaging.
"Oh, where are you bound my pretty maid? It's now in the morning early."
The answer that she gave 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
T'was my good fortune for to meet the farmer's only daughter.
The weather being cold and raw, with her I thought to parlay
The answer that she gave to me: "Kind sir, I've sold my barley."