"A Snowstorm Blows"

A snowstorm blows along the street,
in its wake, my darling walks...
Tarry awhile, tarry, my beauty,
let me look at you, my dear, to my heart's content.

Your charm has driven me mad,
and consumed me, fine fellow that I was.
Tarry awhile, tarry, my beauty,
let me look at you, my dear, to my heart's content.

You are so pleasing to the eye,
your face is, oh, so fair.
Tarry awhile, tarry, my beauty,
let me look at you, my dear, to my heart's content.

~[traditional lyric translated by Helena Bayliss & Jane Iles]