The Maid That Sold Her Barley

Am It's cold and raw the north winds blow Am Black in the morning early When all the hills were covered with snow Am Oh, then it was winter fairly Am As I was riding o'er the moor I met a farmer's daughter Am Her cherry cheeks and sloe-black hair D They caused my heart to falter Am I bowed my bonnet very low To let her know my meaning Am She answered with a courteous smile Her looks they were engaging Am "Where are you bound, my pretty maid It's now in the morning early?" Am The answer that she made to me D Am "Kind sir, to sell me barley" Am G (4x) Am "Now twenty guineas I've in my purse And twenty more that's yearly Am You need not go to the market town For I'll buy all your barley" Am If twenty guineas would gain the heart Of the maid I love so dearly Am All for to tarry with me one night D Am And go home in the morning early As I was riding o'er the moor Am The very evening after It was my fortune for to meet Am The farmer's only daughter Am Although the weather being cold and raw With her I thought to parley Am The answer then she made to me D "Kind sir, I've sold me barley" (repeat and fade to end) Am G