At twilight in the morning as I roved out upon the dew With my morning cloak around me intending all my flocks to view I spied a lovely fair one she seemed to be a beauty bright And I took her for Diana or the evening star that rules the night
I being so much surprised by her it being the forenoon of the day To see that lovely creature coming o'er the banks of sweet Loughrea Her snow-white breast lay naked and her cheeks they were a rosy red And my heart was captivated by the two black eyes rolled in her head
Fair maid I cried, your love I crave for Cupid is a cruel foe I'll roll you in my morning cloak and I'll bring you home to Easter Snow Go home, acquaint your parents and indeed kind sir, I'll do the same And if both our parents give consent neither you nor I will bear the blame
from the singing of Mrs. Brigid Tunney. As the notes in Where the Linnets Sing tell us, the title should really be Estersnowe or Díseart Nuadhan(St. Nuadha's Hermitage).