Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, <br />Saint Hugh be our good speed ; <br />Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, <br />Nor helps good hearts in need. <br /> <br />Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, <br />And here, kind mate, to thee ; <br />Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, <br />And down it merrily. <br /> <br />Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, <br />Hey derry derry down-a-down, <br />Close with the tenor, boy ; <br />Ho ! well done, to me let come, <br />Ring compass, gentle joy. <br />Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl, <br />And here, kind, &c. (As often as there be men to drink.) <br /> <br />(At last, when all have drunk, this verse.) <br /> <br />Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, <br />Saint Hugh be our good speed ; <br />Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, <br />Nor helps good hearts in need.<br /><br />Thomas Dekker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-shoemaker-s-holiday-or-the-gentle-craft/
