Lyrics:

Cold and raw the North did blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the trees were hid by snow
Dagl'd by winter yearly.
When came riding over a knough
I met with a farmer's daughter;
Rosie cheeks and bonny brow
Good faith made my mouth to water.

Down I vail'd my bonnet low,
Meaning to shew my breeding;
She return'd a graceful bow
A visage far exceeding.
I ask'd her where she went so soon
And long'd to begin a parly
She told me unto the next market town
A purpose to sell her barly.

In this purse, sweet soul, said I
Twenty pounds lie fairly
Seek no farther one to buy
For I'se take all thy barly.
Twenty more shall buy delight
Thy person I love so dearly,
If thou wouldst stay with me all night
And go home in the morning early.

If twenty pound could buy the globe
Quoth she, this I'd not do, sir.
Or were my kin as poor as Job
I wo'd not raise 'em so, sir.
For should I be tonight your friend
We'st get a youg kid together
And you'd be gone ere the nine months end
And where should I find a father?

I told her I had wedded been
Fourteen years and longer.
Or else I'd choose her for my queen
And tie the knot much stronger.
She bid me then no longer rome
But manage my wedlock fairly;
And keep purse for poor spouse at home
For some other shall have her barly.