Snow's Fall'n Deep

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