Now all the roads to London town
Are windy white with snow
There's shouting and cursing
And snortings to and fro
But when the night hangs her hundred lamps
And the snick'ring frost fires creep
Then still o, dale and hill o,
Snow's fall'n deep

The carter cracks his leathery whip
The ostler shouts gee whoa
The farm dog grunts and sniffs and snuffs
Bleat sheep and cattle blow
Soon Moll and Nan in dreams are laid
And snoring Dick's asleep
Then still o, dale and hill o,
Snow's fall'n deep

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