Beggar's song

Now all the roads to London Town

Are windy-white with snow;

There's shouting and cursing,

And snortings to and fro;

But when night hangs her hundred lamps,

And the snickering 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 dream are laid,

And snoring Dick's asleep;

Then still, O; dale and hill, O;

Snow's fall'n deep.