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Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in |
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And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget |
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Before we part, I'd bet a crown, he'd be fain to follow it yet |
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Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring |
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But when spring blows and winter goes my lad then you'd be fain |
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With all your pride for to follow me, were it 'cross the stormy main |
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Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
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And the bee that flew when summer shone in winter he won't sing |
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And all the flowers in all the land so brightly there they be |
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And the snow it melts the soonest when my true love's for me |
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So never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive |
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You can meet me at the stile, you'll kiss and take your leave |
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And I'll wait it till the woodcock crows or the martin takes its leave |
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Since the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing |
