Saint Swithen's request please don't forget
Was to be buried outside, so his bones were wet
The monks built for him, a shrine inside
They moved him from the place he lyed
The Saints displeasure was not feigned
For forty days and nights it rained
July 15th St Swithen's day,
let sleeping saints have their way!
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I would like to translate this poem