LAWE, NAN OUTSIDE THE BLASTING WIND DOTH BLOW

Outside the blasting wind doth blow

On a winter’s night along with the snow;

Through it all the birdies sleep,

While to the hearth the crickets creep.

Outside the door we sharply peep

To see if the snow is very deep,

Then happily up to bed we go,

Expecting in the morning a game of snow.

Nan Lawe

Tullygrawley School

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