As the lonesome scenes of winter in stormy winds so blow,
Clouds around the center inclined to frost and snow,
You`re the boy that I have chosen to be my only dear,
Your scornful heart is frozen and drifted far I fear.
One night I went to see my love, but he proved most scornfully,
I asked him if he`d marry me, but he would not marry me,
The night it is far spent, my love, it`s near the break of day,
And I`m waiting for your answer, my dear, what do you say?
I can but playing tell you, I `ll lead a single life,
I never thought it fitting that you should be my wife,
So take a civil answer and for yourself provide,
I have another sweetheart and you I have laid aside.
Now my mind is changing that old love for the new,
This wide and lonsome valley I mean to ramble thru`,
In search of someone handsome that might my fancy fill,
That world is wide and lonesome, if he don`t another will.