The Maid That Sold The Barley
Traditional IrishVersion1
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It's cold and raw the north winds blow
Black in the morning early,
When all the hills were covered with snow
Oh then it was winter fairly.
As I was riding o'er the moor
I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair
They caused my heart to falter.
I bowed my bonnet very low
To let her know my meaning.
She answered with a courteous smile
Here looks they were engaging.
"Where are you bound my pretty maid
It's now in the morning early?"
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir, to sell my barley."
"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse
And twenty more that's yearly.
You need not go to the market town
For I'll buy all your barley.
If twenty guineas-would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly,
All for to tarry with-me one night
And go home in the morning early."
As I was riding o'er the moor
The very evening after,
It was my fortune for to meet
The farmer's only daughter.
Although the weather-being cold and raw
With her I thought to parley
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir, I've sold my barley."
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Readable chord sheet for The Maid That Sold The Barley by Traditional Irish
[C]It's cold[Em] and raw [Fmaj7]the north wi[G]nds blow Bla[Am]ck in the mo[G]rning ear[Am]ly, When a[C]ll the h[Em]ills were [Fmaj7]covered with s[C]now Oh th[Am]en it was w[G]inter fa[Am]irly. As [Am]I was r[Em]iding [C]o'er the m[Am]oor I [C]met a fa[Fmaj7]rmer's dau[E]ghter Her ch[C]erry ch[Em]eeks and slow[Fmaj7]-black h[G]air The[Am]y caused my h[G]eart to f[Am]alter. I b[C]owed my b[Em]onnet v[Fmaj7]ery lo[G]w To [Am]let her k[G]now my m[Am]eaning. She a[C]nswered w[Em]ith a c[Fmaj7]ourteous s[C]mile Here l[Am]ooks they[G] were eng[Am]aging. "Where [Am]are you b[Em]ound my p[C]retty m[Am]aid It's n[C]ow in the m[Fmaj7]orning e[E]arly?" The a[C]nswer that [Em]she m[Fmaj7]ade to m[G]e, "Kind [Am]sir, to s[G]ell my b[Am]arley." "Now t[C]wenty g[Em]uineas I'v[Fmaj7]e in my p[G]urse And t[Am]wenty mo[G]re that's y[Am]early. You ne[C]ed not go [Em]to the m[Fmaj7]arket t[C]own For I[Am]'ll buy a[G]ll your b[Am]arley. If tw[Am]enty gu[Em]ineas-would g[C]ain the h[Am]eart Of the m[C]aid I l[Fmaj7]ove so de[E]arly, All f[C]or to t[Em]arry with-me[Fmaj7] one ni[G]ght And [Am]go home in the m[G]orning e[Am]arly." As [C]I was r[Em]iding [Fmaj7]o'er the mo[G]or The [A]very ev[G]ening a[Am]fter, It [C]was my fo[Em]rtune [Fmaj7]for to me[C]et The f[Am]armer's o[G]nly dau[Am]ghter. Alth[Am]ough the w[Em]eather-being c[C]old and r[Am]aw With [C]her I th[Fmaj7]ought to p[E]arley The a[C]nswer that[Em] she [Fmaj7]made to [G]me, "Kind [Am]sir, I've s[G]old my b[Am]arley."