The Snow-Drop.MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEO. J. WEBB.For one or two voices.musicNow the spring is coming on,Now the ice and snow are gone,Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Ah! I see your little headPeeping on the flower bed,Looking all so green and gayOn this fine and pleasant day.For the mild south wind doth blow,And hath melted all the snow;And the sun shines out so warm,You need not fear another storm.So your pretty flowers show,And your petals white undo;Then you’ll hang your modest headDown upon my flower bed.
MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM, BY GEO. J. WEBB.For one or two voices.
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Now the spring is coming on,Now the ice and snow are gone,Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Ah! I see your little headPeeping on the flower bed,Looking all so green and gayOn this fine and pleasant day.For the mild south wind doth blow,And hath melted all the snow;And the sun shines out so warm,You need not fear another storm.So your pretty flowers show,And your petals white undo;Then you’ll hang your modest headDown upon my flower bed.
Now the spring is coming on,Now the ice and snow are gone,Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Ah! I see your little headPeeping on the flower bed,Looking all so green and gayOn this fine and pleasant day.For the mild south wind doth blow,And hath melted all the snow;And the sun shines out so warm,You need not fear another storm.So your pretty flowers show,And your petals white undo;Then you’ll hang your modest headDown upon my flower bed.
Now the spring is coming on,Now the ice and snow are gone,Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?Come, my little snow-drop root,Will you not begin to shoot?
Now the spring is coming on,
Now the ice and snow are gone,
Come, my little snow-drop root,
Will you not begin to shoot?
Come, my little snow-drop root,
Will you not begin to shoot?
Ah! I see your little headPeeping on the flower bed,Looking all so green and gayOn this fine and pleasant day.
Ah! I see your little head
Peeping on the flower bed,
Looking all so green and gay
On this fine and pleasant day.
For the mild south wind doth blow,And hath melted all the snow;And the sun shines out so warm,You need not fear another storm.
For the mild south wind doth blow,
And hath melted all the snow;
And the sun shines out so warm,
You need not fear another storm.
So your pretty flowers show,And your petals white undo;Then you’ll hang your modest headDown upon my flower bed.
So your pretty flowers show,
And your petals white undo;
Then you’ll hang your modest head
Down upon my flower bed.