Winter

WHEN icicles hang bye 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;

tu-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;

Tu-sho;--a marry note;--

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

(From Lov's Labour's Lost)