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One day in the dead of winter, when the snow lay like a linen tablecloth over the world, Jack, the King of Ireland's son, went out to shoot. He saw a crow, and he shot it, and it fell down on the snow. Jack went up to it, and he thought he never saw anything blacker than that crow, or redder than its blood, nor anything whiter than the snow round about.
He said to himself: "I'll never rest till I get a wife whose hair is as black as that crow, whose cheeks are as red as that blood, and whose skin is as white as that snow."
So he went home, and told his father and mother this. He said he was going to set off before him and look for such a girl.
http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/snow.html
He said to himself: "I'll never rest till I get a wife whose hair is as black as that crow, whose cheeks are as red as that blood, and whose skin is as white as that snow."
So he went home, and told his father and mother this. He said he was going to set off before him and look for such a girl.
http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/snow.html
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