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Snowshoeing Song by Arthur Weir

LibriVox logo LibriVox volunteers bring you 9 recordings of Snowshoeing Song by Arthur Weir(1864-1902). This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for July 31st to August 21st, 2011 (extended project time).

Snowshoeing Song is taken from A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895, Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).

Arthur Weir was born in Montreal. In 1895 he was selected to read the inaugural poem at the unveiling of the national monument to Sir John Macdonald at Ottawa. He also wrote the inaugural poem for the unveiling of the monument to Maisonneuve, dedicated on the same day.
(summary from “Canadian Men & Women of the Time 1898″ Ed. by Henry James Morgan, (1843-1913))

http://www.archive.org/download/snowshoeingsong_1108_librivox/snowshoeingsong_weir_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=2m 37s (mp3@64kb)


Download locations: mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis.
Catalogue pages: LibriVox, Internet Archive.
Zip of the entire book (11.2MB@64kb), featuring all the different readers for this project.

Snowshoeing Song
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
Gather, gather, ye men in white;
The winds blow keenly, the moon is bright,
The sparkling snow lies firm and white;
Tie on the shoes, no time to lose,
We must be over the hill to-night.

Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
Swiftly in single file we go,
The city is soon left far below,
Its countless lights like diamonds glow;
And as we climb we hear the chime
Of church bells stealing o’er the snow.

Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
Like winding-sheet about the dead,
O’er hill and dale the snow is spread,
And silences our hurried tread;
The pines bend low, and to and fro
The magpies toss their boughs o’erhead.

Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
We laugh to scorn the angry blast,
The mountain top is gained and past.
Descent begins, ’t is ever fast—
One short quick run, and toil is done,
We reach the welcome inn at last.

Shake off, shake off the clinging snow;
Unloose the shoe, the sash untie,
Fling tuque and mittens lightly by;
The chimney fire is blazing high,
And, richly stored, the festive board
Awaits the merry company.

Remove the fragments of the feast!
The steaming coffee, waiter, bring
Now tell the tale, the chorus sing,
And let the laughter loudly ring;
Here ’s to our host, drink down the toast,
Then up! for time is on the wing.

Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
The moon is sinking out of sight,
Across the sky dark clouds take flight,
And dimly looms the mountain height;
Tie on the shoes, no time to lose,
We must be home again to-night.

This fortnight’s poem can be found here.

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