“‘Begone, begone, my Willy, my Billy!
Begone, my love and my dear.
O the wind, and O the rain,
They have sent him back again,
So thou can’st not have a lodging here.’
“Again the lover tapped, and the husband asked what that meant. She said it was a flittermouse that had flown against the pane. Then she sang:—
“‘Begone, begone, my Willy, my Billy!
Begone, my love and my dear.
O the weather is so warm,
It will never do thee harm,