Cold in winter covering sold the price of pound
Harvest in summer not so quick Euro less than sound
Some of the east tempest fiercely must run
Hiding their cold from thunder and sun
Wavering of the sea billows roll
Answering in cash than in kind the sailors soul
Honoured by tide proven by the raging storm
Failure shall house them with the worms
Fast covering for which winter is come
Chase lighthearted birds away from their homes
Silence shall last when summer is near
With much drinking even beggars will have to share
High yield of summer all on the kings footstool lay
Toil of widows maidservant with princes play
For which aim winter cold must go
Far and fast make summer slow
Endless are wind and winter endless yield
Short is covering summer and field
Gladdens the mind when the sailor return
In sweet savor they are born
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