My maid Mary she minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and a-mowing each morn;
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.
The Wind and the Fisherman
When the wind is in the East,
’Tis neither good for man or beast;
When the wind is in the North,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;