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The stormy winds of winter intend to frost and snow,
The small birds 'round the centre, and the stormy winds do blow;
You are the girl I choosèd to be my only dear,
But your hard heart is frozen, you've sealed it up, I fear.
I went one night to see my love, was treated most scornfully,
I asked her if she would marry, but she would not agree.
"The nght it is far spent, my love, and almost break of day,
From you I want an answer, my dear, what do you say?
"Oh, since you are for changing the old love for the new,
It's time for me to be ranging the foaming billows through;
I'll go and seek some other young girl where love may have its fill,
This world is wide and lonely, if you won't some other will.
"I'll make my way to Flanders, I'll choose a different life,
And with my bold commander, my gun shall be my wife;
And when I do get money, to a tavern I will go,
I'll drink a health to Flora although she answered no."
Collected in 1959 from Mrs. Charlotte Decker of Parson's Pond, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.445-446, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
A variant was collected in 1951 from Alphonse Sutton of Trepassey, NL, and published as Young Flora in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).