Winter-When Icicles Hang By The Wall (Love's Labour's Lost) - Cleo Laine

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 nipt and ways be foul

Then nightly sings the staring owl:

Tu-who!

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-who!

Tu-whit!

Tu-who!

-- A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot