The Snowdrop

Now the spring is coming on, Now the snow and ioe Bre ixone, Come, niy little anowdrop-rQOt, Wfll you nüt begin to sboott Ah, I sea your little hcad {eping from the ttower-bed, Looking out go grera and gay, On tliis fine and pleasant duy. For the mild south vrfnd doth blow, And liatli mpltcd all the snow; And the nu sliines out so warm, You peed not fenr another storm. So your pretty flowers show, And your petals white undo; Then you'll hang your modest head Down upon the iknver-bed.