Traditional Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in And when a woman tells me my face she'll soon forget Before we part I want to croon, she's fain to follow yet. Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring But when spring goes and winter grows, my loss and you'll be fain For all your pride to follow me across the stormy main. Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn It's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. Oh, never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive For you shall take me to the stiled and kiss and take your leave But I'll stay here 'til the woodcock comes and the matler takes his wing Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing.