There be good fairies up in air to-night:
Come ere a frost so mild with stars so bright?
The wind has shut itself in-door again,
And all the air be saft like a’ter rain.
Watcher.
Ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh!
2nd Shepherd (rising).
The sheep be quiet; the dogs have nought to do;
The lambs come kind; there haven’t been a ewe
Lost, nor a still one born, this moon, there an’t: