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One morning fair to take the air
Down by Blackwater side.
'Twas in gazing all, all around me
'Twas the Irish lad I spied.

All through the first part of the night
Well, we lay in sport and play,
Then this young man he arose and he gathered his clothes,

Winter's coming,
We live a shorter day.
The sun is hunting
For a place to stay.
And Jack Frost's fingers
Are in the wind again.

Ragged Robin is see-sawin'

One fine winter's morning me horn I did blow
To the green hills of Kielder for hours did go
We gathered our dogs and we circled around
For who loves the sport more than the boys of the town.
And when we arrived they were all standing there
We set off for the fields in search of a hare
We didn't get far till someone gave a cheer
Over high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steer

Come all you fair and tender girls
That flourish in your prime, prime,
Beware, beware, if you're good and fair
Let no man steal your thyme, thyme,
Let no man steal your thyme.

For when your thyme it is past and gone
He'll care no more for you, you.

I was living by the water
Late July moon's early quarter
Summer mornings, early dawnings
Paid no heed to me, gave no warning
Of their endless way

Seatide flowing in the river
Is all the music I would ever

Have you seen aught of my bonny lad?
Are you sure he's well-o?
He's gone o'er long with a stick in his hand,
He's gone to row the keel-o.

Yes I have seen your bonny lad,
'Twas on the sea I spied him.
His grave is green but not wi' grass

I lived in service in Rosemary Lane,
I kept the good will of my master and dame.
Till a sailor came there one night for to lay,
And that was the beginning of my misery.

He called for a candle to light him to bed,
And likewise a silk handkerchief for to tie up his head.
To tie up his head as he used for to do,

Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array
With a brace of pistols all at her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she ride.

As she was galloping on the plain
She met her sweetheart and bid him stand:
“Stand and deliver, young man,” she said,

Sullivan's John, to the road you've gone
Far away from your native home.
You've gone with a tinker's daughter
For along the road to roam.
Sullivan's John, you won't stick it long,
Your belly will soon get slack.
You'll be roaming the road with a mighty load
And a tooten box on your back.

Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in
And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget
Before we part, I'd bet a crown, he'd be fain to follow it yet

Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring blows and winter goes my lad then you'd be fain

Oh, you came to stay and the day was brighter,
The way much lighter.
You brought your joy, your music too,
We'd laugh and sing and play the Summer through.
And with time and faces your love for all things grew
But the day was growing colder, cold Winter reaching you.

And the words of a song were the only exception

The king had been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain,
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at hame.

“What ails ye, what ails ye, my daughter Janet,
Why you look so pale and wan?
Oh have you had any sore sickness

Lady Margaret, Lady Margaret, was sewing at her seam
And she's all dressed in black.
And the thought come in her head to run in the wood
to pull flowers to flower her hat, me boys,
to pull flowers to flower her hat.

So she hoisted up her petticoats a bit above the knee
And so nimbly she'd run o'er the ground.