The Month Of January

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[Verse 1]

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It was in the month of January, the hills all clad in snow
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Twas over hills and mountains my true love he did go
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It was then he spied a pretty fair maid with a salt tear in her eye
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She had a baby in her arms and bitter she did cry

[Verse 2]

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"Oh cruel was my father to bar the door on me
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And cruel was my mother this dreadful crime to see
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Cruel was my own true love to change his mind for gold
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Cruel was that winter's night that pierced my heart with cold

[Verse 3]

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For the taller that the palm tree grows the sweeter is the bark
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And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart
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He will kiss you and embrace you till he thinks he has you won
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Then he'll go away and leave you all for some other one

[Verse 4]

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Now come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by me
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And never try and build your nest on top of any tree
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For the roots; they will all wither and the branches all decay
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And the beauties of a false young man it must all soon fade away