A Touching Old Song
Three Perished in the Snow
Author: Eddie Fox
About: 1878
Three Perished in the Snow
Twas on a stormy winter night
The snow was falling fast
A mother and two little babes
Were wondering through the blast
Still clinging to their mother's breast
The little ones would cry
Oh momma won't you make us warm
Oh momma we will die.
Chorus:
Toll the village bells
Let all good people know
Twas on a stormy winter night
Three parished in the snow
Oh darling look up in my eyes
and say you will not die
For mother's heart is beating fast
And death to me is nigh.
Then wrapping up the little ones
She knelt down in the snow.
Oh God in heaven take us home
We are ready now to go.
When morning, dawn the sun came out
The snow was falling fast
Three darling forms lie side by side
In one fond, loving clasp
A farmer heard the sad, sad news
Which made him weep to know
That from his house not twenty yards, three perished in the snow.