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Thread #61345   Message #4094733
Posted By: GUEST,Rory
24-Feb-21 - 10:46 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Easter Snow (trad from Paddy Tunney)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Easter Snow (trad from Paddy Tunney)
A broadside titled "Easter Snow" was printed by the printer/publisher Poet's Box (Glasgow), Saturday Morning, December 5, 1857.

A list of songs available on the Poet's Box (24 Nov 1855) included the song Easter Snow.


By twilight in the morning, as I roved out on the dew,
With my morning cloak all round me, intending all my flocks to view;
There I beheld a fair maid, her beauty shone so clear and bright,
I took her for Diana fair, or the evening star that rules the night.

I being much surprised, being in the forenoon of the day,
To see so sweet a creature coming over the hills to Sweet Loch Rea;
Her snowy breast lay naked, her cheeks they were a rosy red,
My heart lay fluttering by the two black eyes rolling in her head.

I stepped up to the fair maid, I said my joy and heart's delight,
For I am much enamoured all by your killing beauty bright;
To ease a lovesick passion, if you'll consent and with me go,
I'll roll you in my morning cloak, and bring you home to Easter Snow.

Leave off, young man, be easy, and do not me tantalize,
I modestly made answer, I do not mean to apologise,
Leave off, young man, be easy, for here no longer I can stay,
My business calls me in great haste. Good morning, Sir, I must away.

O Peggy, lovely Peggy, come sit you down awhile by me,
And whisper slowly to me if you and I could both agree,
She modestly made answer, acquaint your parents of the same,
And if our friends will give consent, sure you and I love bears no blame.

Now sit you down my pretty girl, come sit you down awhile by me,
And cast your eye all round you, perhaps some pleasure you might see,
For was I heir of Crohill, my opulence I would bestow,
I'd resign my crown and dignity, and bring you home to Easter Snow.

Now sit you down my pretty girl, come sit you down awhile by me,
And cast your eye all round you, perhaps some pleasure you might see,
Where the gentle hares were coursing, and hunstman crying tally-ho!
And so glorious as they did pursue, from sweet Loch Rae to Easter Snow.

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