"Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in,
And when a woman tells me, my face she’ll soon forget,
Before we’ll part, I’ll wage a croon she’s fain to follow’t yet.
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begins to sing,
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is Spring,
But when Spring goes and Winter blows, my lassie, you’ll be fain,
For all your pride to follow me across the stormy main
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
and the bee that flew when Summer shone, in Winter cannot sting,
I’ve seen a woman’s anger melt between the night and morn
Ah, it’s surely not a harder thing to tame a woman’s scorn.
Oh, never say me farewell here, no farewell I’ll receive,
For you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave,
I’ll stay until the curlew calls and the martlet takes his wing
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing..."
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