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The Month Of January
The Albion Band
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It was in the month of January
The hills all clad with snow
When o'er the fields and valleys
My love and I did go
It was there I met a pretty fair maid
With a salt tear in her eye
She had a baby all in her arms
And bitter she did cry
Oh cruel was my father
He barred the door on me
And cruel was my mother
That dreadful crime to see
And cruel was my own true love
For he changed his mind for gold
Oh but crueler still was the winter's night
It pierced my heart with cold
Oh the taller that the pine tree grows
The sweeter is the bark
And the fonder that the young man speaks
Oh the falser is his heart
For he'll kiss you and embrace you
Until he thinks he has you won
Then he'll go away and leave you
All for another one
So come all you tender and fair young maidens
A warning take by me
And never try to build your nest
Up into high a tree
For the green leaves will all wither
And the branches they'll all decay
And the beauty of that first true love
Will quickly fade away