O, 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 woman tells me that my fyace she'll soon forget,
Before we part, I wad a crown, she's fain to follow't yet.
The snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring;
But when spring goes, and winter blows, my la**, an ye'll be fain,
For all your pride, to follow me, were't cross the stormy main.
O, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
The bee that flew when summer shined, in winter cannot sting;
I've seen awa la**es' anger melt betwix'd the night and morn,
Ah it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn.
So bid me not farweell dear - 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 woodco*k comes, and the 'Martin takes his wing,
Since the snow aye melts the soonest, la**, when the wind begins to sing... to sing...