It was in the month of January
The hills all white with snow
When over hill and valley
My true love he did go
It was then I found a fair pretty maid
With a salt tear in her eye
And she had a baby in her arm
And bitter oh was her cry
Oh cruel was my father
That bound the doe on me
And cruel was my mother
His dreadful kind to see
Cruel was my own true love
Who changed his mind for gold
And cruel was that winter's morn
That chains my heart with cold
Oh the taller that the country grows???
The sweeter is the???
And the pair of clouds
A young man's deeds
No closer is his heart
He will kiss and embrace you
Until he thinks he has you won
Then he'll go away
And leave you for some other on