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And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks;

When turtles tread, and rooks and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks,

The cuckoo then on every tree

Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

“Cuckoo;

Cuckoo, cuckoo”—O word of fear,

Unpleasing to a married ear!

Winter.

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail;

When blood is nipp’d, and ways be [foul],

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

“Tu-whit, to-who!”—

A merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

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, to-who!”—

A merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

[Arm.] The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. [You that way; we this way.]

[Exeunt omnes.]

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William Shakespeare