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 sloe-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   "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 me 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 then she made to me   "Kind sir, I've sold me barley"