Tu-whit to-who
A merrie note,
While greasie Jone doth keele[114] the pot.
When all aloud the winde doth blow,
And coifing drownes the Parson's saw;
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marrian's nose lookes red and raw;
When roasted Crabs[115] hisse in the bowle,
Then nightly sings the staring Owle,
Tu-whit to-who