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 Old Scottish Songs.

The Farmer's COLD and ráw the North did blow, Bleak in the morning learly,T All the trees were hid in snow, Cover'd with winter yearly: As I was riding o'er the slough, I met with a farımer's daughter, Rosy cheeks and a bonny brow, Good faith my.mouth did water.

Down I vail'd my bonnet. low, Meaning to shew my breeding, She return'd a gracefu' bow, Her visage far exceeding; I ask'd her where she was going so soon, And long to hold a parley, She told me to the next market town, On purpose to sell my barley.

In this purse, sweet soul, said I, Twenty pound lies fairly, Seek no other one to buy, For Ise take all thy barley: Twenty pound, more shall purchase delight, Thy person I love so dearly, If thou wilt lig with me all night, And gang home in the morning early.