Part 22 (1/2)

If Candlemas-day be fair and bright, Winter will have another flight; But if Candlemas-day be clouds and rain, Winter is gone, and will not come again.

When Candlemas-day is come and gone, The snow lies on a hot stone.

If Candlemas is fair and clear, There'll be twa winters in the year.

February fill dike, be it black or be it white; But if it be white, it's the better to like.

When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn, Sell your cow and buy your corn; But when she comes to the full bit, Sell your corn and buy your sheep.

If the c.o.c.k moult before the hen, We shall have weather thick and thin; But if the hen moult before the c.o.c.k, We shall have weather hard as a block.

When the wind's in the south, It blows the bait into the fishes' mouth.

As the days lengthen So the colds strengthen.

If there be a rainbow in the eve, It will rain and leave; But if there be a rainbow in the morrow, It will neither lend nor borrow.

A rainbow in the morning Is the shepherd's warning; But a rainbow at night Is the shepherd's delight.

No tempest, good July, Lest corn come off blue by.

When the wind's in the east, It's neither good for man nor beast; When the wind's in the south, It's in the rain's mouth.

When the sloe-tree is as white as a sheet, Sow your barley, whether it be dry or wet.

No weather is ill If the wind be still.

A snow year, A rich year.

Winter's thunder Is summer's wonder.

St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain; St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

The bat begins with giddy wing His circuit round the shed and tree; And clouds of dancing gnats to sing A summer night's serenity.

At New Year's tide, The days are lengthened a c.o.c.k's stride.

If the red sun begins his race, Expect that rain will fall apace.

The evening red, the morning gray, Are certain signs of a fair day.

If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way, No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.

In the waning of the moon, A cloudy morn-fair afternoon.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, The earth's refresh'd by frequent showers.

As the days grow longer The storms grow stronger.

Blessed is the corpse that the rain falls on.