C Em Fmaj7 G It's cold and raw the north winds blow Am G Am Black in the morning early, C Em Fmaj7 C When all the hills were covered with snow Am G Am Oh then it was winter fairly. Am Em C Am As I was riding o'er the moor C Fmaj7 E I met a farmer's daughter C Em Fmaj7 G Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair Am G Am They caused my heart to falter. C Em Fma7 G I bowed my bonnet very low Am G Am To let her know my meaning. C Em Fmaj7 C She answered with a courteous smile Am G Am Here looks they were engaging. Am Em C Am "Where are you bound my pretty maid C Fmaj7 E It's now in the morning early?" C Em Fma7 G The answer that she made to me, Am G Am "Kind sir, to sell my barley." C Em Fmaj7 G "Now twenty guineas I've in my purse Am G Am And twenty more that's yearly. C Em Fmaj7 C You need not go to the market town Am G Am For I'll buy all your barley. Am Em C Am If twenty guineas-would gain the heart C Fmaj7 E Of the maid I love so dearly, C Em Fma7 G All for to tarry with-me one night Am G Am And go home in the morning early." C Em Fmaj7 G As I was riding o'er the moor A G Am The very evening after, C Em Fmaj7 C It was my fortune for to meet Am G Am The farmer's only daughter. Am Em C Am Although the weather-being cold and raw C Fmaj7 E With her I thought to parley C Em Fmaj7 G The answer that she made to me, Am G Am "Kind sir, I've sold my barley."