When the sun shines it dries up the dew!
Translated by Talvi.
TAKE THY OLD CLOAKE ABOUT THEE.[[14]]
This winter weather—itt waxeth cold,
And frost doth freese on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blastes so cold
That all our cattell are like to spill;
Bell, my wife, who loves no strife,
Shee sayd unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cowe Crumbocke’s life—