When the wind is in the south, LE that would thrive A SWARM of bees in May VEOW mussent sing a' Sunday, I Becaze it is a sin, Till Sunday cums agin. SUNSHINY shower COR every evil under the sun, THE art of good driving's a paradox quite, T Though custom has prov'd it so long; If you go to the left, you're sure to go right, If you go to the right, you go wrong. AS the days lengthen, THE fair maid who, the first of May, 1 Goes to the fields at break of day, And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree, Will ever after handsome be. RIDAY night's dream, Be it never so old. CARLY to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. M ONDAY'S bairn is fair of face, Thursday's bairn has far to go, COR want of a nail, the shoe was lost ; M ARCH winds and April showers |