The Greenock Railway/The Snow-Drop
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THE SNOW-DROP.
The snow-drop, first-born flower of spring,With violets to his grave I'll bring,And summer roses I will spread,To deck the turf that binds his headAnd o'er his earthly pillowShall wave the weeping willow.
Each day I'll sit beside his tomb,To watch the flow'rets as they bloom:That where the drooping rose appears,I may revive it with my tears.And o'er his earthly pillowShall wave the weeping willow.