The Baltimore Consort - Cold and Raw

Cold and raw the North did blow, bleak in a morning early; All the trees were hid with snow, cover'd with winter fearly: As I came riding o'er the slough, I met with a Farmer's Daughter; Rosie cheeks, and bonny brow, geud faith, made my mouth to water. Down I vail'd my bonnet low, meaning to show my breeding, She return'd a graceful bow, her visage far exceeding: I ask'd her where she went so soon, and long'd to begin a parley: She told me to the next market town, a purpose to sell