Bright white clouds and April skies

May make your heart feel bonny,

But summer’s sun and flower’s growth

Will fill my hives with honey,

And mead is sweet to a pugging tooth

When it’s dark at four and snow clouds rise.

Owl light’s sweet if the moon be bright,

And trysting’s no bad folly,

But give me mead and a warm hearthstone,

And a cosy pipe and Dolly

—And Dolly to devil a mutton bone

When it’s dark at four of a winter’s night.