The rose is red, the violet blue,
The gilly flower sweet, and so are you.
These are the words you bade me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter Day.
THE WIND
When the wind is in the East,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the North,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the South,
It blows the bait in the fish's mouth;
When the wind is in the West,
Then 'tis at the very best.