Chappell only printed the beginning of D'Urfey's version. Here is the entire song, or at least a song sheet rendition of it.

The Northern Ditty, Or,
the Scotchman outwitted by the Country Damsel
To which is added, A SECOND PART, Shewing how she
leap'd over a river and run away with his money.
To a new Scotch tune; or, Cold and Raw the North did Blow.


Cold and raw the north did blow,
Bleak in a morning early,
All the trees were hid with snow,
Covered with winter yearly;
As I was riding o'er the slough,
I met with a farmer's daughter,
Rosy cheeks and bony brow,
Good faith my mouth did water.
Down I veil'd my bonnet low,
Meaning to shew my breeding,
She return'd a graceful bow,
Her visage far exceeding;
I ask'd her where she was going so soon,
And long'd to begin to parley,
She told me the next market town,
On purpose to sell her barley.

In this purse, sweet soul, said I,
Twenty pound lie fairly,
Seek no further one to buy,
For I'll take all thy barley;
Twenty pounds more shall purchase delight
Thy person I love so dearly,
If thou will lie with me all night,
And gang home in the morning early.

If forty pounds will buy the globe,
This thing I would not do sir,
Or were my friends as poor as Job
I'd never raise them so sir,
For should you prove one night my friend,
We get a young kid together,
And you'll be gone e'er nine months end;
Then where would find the father.
Pray what would my poor parents say,
If I would be so silly,
To give my maidenhead away,
And lose my true-loye Billy?
O! This would bring me to disgrace,
Therefore I say you nay, sir.
And if that you would me embrace
First marry and then you may, sir.

I told her I had wedded been,
Full fourteen years and longer,
Else I would choose her for my queen,
And tie the knot more stronger;

She bid me then no farther come,
But manage my wedlock fairly
And keep my purse for my spouse at home,
Some other should have her barley.

Then full as swift as any roe,
She rode away and left me,
And after her I could not go,
Of joy she quite bereft me;
THus I myself did disappoint,
For she did leave me fairly,
My words knock'd all things out of joint
I lost both the maid and the barley.

Harding B 1(87)

Part II to come-