Blow Ye Winds in the Morning

Blow Ye Winds in the Morning

Oh, it's blow ye winds in the morning,
Oh, blow ye winds, heigh-o!

Clear away the foggy dew
And blow, high, blow.

Then he took out his pen knife
And run it in his sleeve.

I wish this was in the young maid's heart
Who would a man deceive.

Blow Ye Winds in the Morning