Chilly scenes of winter is trying to frost or snow
Dark clouds are gathering 'round me where the chilly wind does blow

The night is almost over, the chickens a-crowing for day
I will ask you for an answer, oh, love what do you sway?

This may be your answer, I choose a single life
I never thought it suited for me to be your wife

In about three weeks or later that lady's mind did change
She writted him a letter saying Mister I'm ashamed

If it is you are slighted and you so far from home
Here is my heart, take it and claim it as your own

It was me you slighted and I'm so far from home
I have another true lover, one I can call my own

There sits a turtle dove on every bush and vine
To weep and moan for your true-love while I rejoice with mine