So strong the wind was blowing;
The tailor brave jumped into a grave
When he heard a cock a-crowing.
“The butterfly gave the ox a stab
That leech-craft could not cure, sirs;
The robin he wept sore for a flea
Who died of biting a Moor, sirs!
“The man of the north went sailing forth
To find in the sea some forage;
The man of the south he burned his mouth