Rond 608, Forty Miles / The Cottage in the Wood / It Hails, It Rains

e.g. sung by Frank Hinchliffe as

IT RAINS, IT HAILS

It hails, it rains, it snows and blows,
And I am wet through all me clothes.
So I pray thee love, let me in,
So I pray thee love let me in.

To let you in, that cannot be,
There’s no-one in this house but me.
So I dare not let you in,
So I dare not let you in.

Me dad and mam, they’re fast asleep,
Me brother is up, but he’s with the sheep.
So I dare not let thee in,
So I dare not let thee in.

He turned him round, and whether to go,
When sweet affections she did show.
Oh come, and I’ll let you in,
Oh come, and I’ll let you in.

They spent that night in sweet content,
And the very next morning to church they went.
And he made her his charming bride,
And he made her his charming bride.