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A wet Good Friday and Easter Day Brings plenty of gra.s.s, but little good hay.

At Easter let your clothes be new, Or else be sure you will it rue.

'Tis like to be a good year for corn When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn.

Suns.h.i.+ne and rain bring cuckoos from Spain, But the first c.o.c.k of hay flays the cuckoo away.

STAFFORDs.h.i.+RE

Cuckoo oats and Michaelmas hay, Will make the farmer run away.

A shower of rain in July, when the corn begins to fill, Is worth a plough of oxen, and all belongs theretill.

'Tis time to c.o.c.k your hay and corn When the old donkey blows his horn.

'Tween Martinmas and Yule, Water's wine in every pool.

HUNTINGDONs.h.i.+RE

Farmers' wives! when the leaves do fall, 'Twill spoil your milk, and b.u.t.ter, and all.

St Thomas gray, St Thomas gray, The longest night and the shortest day.

If Christmas Day on a Monday fall, A troublous winter we shall have all.

If Christmas Day a Monday be, A wintry winter you shall see.

Friday's a day as'll have his trick, The fairest or foulest day o' the wik.

A blue and white sky, Never four and twenty hours dry.

DATE 1600

Sat.u.r.day new, and Sunday full, It never was fine, and never wool.

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