From this cold winter's blast:
At break of day, I'll trudge away,
Elsewhere to seek employ
To plough and sow, and reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy."
The mistress said, "Pray take the lad,
No farther let him seek;"
"O yes, dear father," the daughter cried,
While tears ran down her cheeks,
"For those that will work it's hard to want,