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IF New Year's Eve night wind blow south,
As the day lengthens
IF Candlemas day be dry and fair,
MARCH borrowed from April
WHEN April blows his horn,
Mist in May, and heat in June,
Make the harvest right soon. The evening red, and the morning grey, Will set the traveller on his way.
IF the cock crows on going to bed,
A RAINBOW in the morning
THE men of the East,
SNAIL, snail, shoot out your horn,
To talk of the weather is nothing but folly,
God bless the master of this house,
The mistress also;
That round the table go ;
That dwell both far and near,
And a happy new year.
ALL FOOLS' DAY.
APRIL fool ! April fool !
ONE a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns!
your sons; But if you should have none of these pretty elves, You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.
HE Cuckoo is a fine bird,
He sings as he flies; He brings
good tidings, He tells us no lies. He sucks little birds'
eggs To make his voice
clear; And when he sings
“Cuckoo," The summer is near.
THE Cuckoo comes in April,
Stops all the month of May, Sings a song at midsummer,
And then he goes away.