And coughing drowns the [parson’s saw],
And birds sit [brooding in the snow].
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
NOTES AND QUESTIONS
For Biography, [see page 85].