Traditional:In the Month of January<br>
The Month of January<br>
Traditional<br>
Entire song mp3 (644K)<br>
The Creel is sung by Briege Murphy on her album " Now On"<br>
Please refer to Cantaria's Copyright information<br>
It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snowAnd over hills<br>
and valleys,<br>
to my true love I did goIt was there I met a pretty fair maid, with a salt<br>
tear in her eyeShe had a<br>
wee baby in her arms, and bitter she did cry<br>
"Oh, cruel was my<br>
father, he barred the door on meAnd cruel was my mother, this fate she<br>
let me seeAnd cruel was my own true love, he changed his mind for goldCruel<br>
was that winter's night,<br>
it pierced my heart with cold"<br>
Oh, the higher that the palm tree grows, the sweeter is the barkAnd the<br>
fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heartHe will kiss you and<br>
embrace you, 'till he thinks he has you wonThen he'll go away and leave you<br>
all for<br>
another one<br>
So come all you fair and tender maidens, a warning take by meAnd never try<br>
to build your nest on top of<br>
a high treeFor the roots, they will all wither, and the branches all<br>
decayAnd the beauties of a<br>
fair young man, will all soon fade away<br>
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