The Snow It Melts The Soonest |
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Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are settin' in; And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget, Before we part, I wad a croon, she's 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 goes and Winter blows, my lass, an' you'll be fain, For all your pride, to follow me, across the stormy main. Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, The bee that flew when Summer shone in Winter cannot sting; I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn, And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh, never say me farewell here; no farewell I'll receive, For you shall set me to the stile, and kiss, and take your leave; But I'll stay here till the woodcock comes and the martin takes his wing, For the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing. [Go Back] |
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