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The snow is witherin' off'n th' gress / Love, should I tell thee summat? / The snow is witherin' off'n th' gress / An' a thick mist sucks at the clots o' snow, / An' the moon above in a weddin' dress / Goes fogged an' slow -- / Love, should I tell thee summat?
Tha's been snowed up i' this cottage wi' me, / Nay, I'm tellin' thee summat. -- / Tha's bin snowed up i' this cottage wi' me / While th' clocks has a' run down an' stopped / An' the short days withering silently / Unbeknown have dropped. / -- Yea, but I'm tellin' thee summat.