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THE MAID AND HER BARLEY.

and raw the north wind blaw,
 * bleak in the morning early;

All the trees were covered with snaw,
 * covered With winter yearly.

As I was riding along the ploughs,
 * I met a farmer's daughter,

With rosy cheeks and bonny brow,
 * good faith my chops did water.

Down I wav'd my boanetbonnet [sic] full low,
 * meaning to shew my breeding.

But she return'd a graceful bow,
 * with her visage fair exceeding.

I ask’d her where she was going so soon,
 * I long’d to hold a parley.

She told me to the next market town,
 * on purpose foto [sic] sell her barley.

In this purse, sweet soul said I,
 * twenty pounds lies fairly,

Seen no further one to buy,
 * for I'll buy all thy barley.