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170.            The Old Cloak
T HIS winter's weather it waxeth cold, And frost it freezeth on every hill, And Boreas blows his blast so bold
That all our cattle are like to spill. Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
She said unto me quietlye, ' Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life'. Man, put thine old cloak about thee !'
ii He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte ? Thou kens my cloak is very thin: It is so bare and over worn,
A cricke thereon cannot renn. Then I'll no longer borrow nor lend ;
For once I'll new apparell'd be ; To-morrow I'll to town and spend ; For I'll have a new cloak about me.
in She. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow :
She has been always true to the pail ; She has help'd us to butter and cheese, I trow,
And other things she will not fail. I would be loth to see her pine.
Good husband, counsel take of me : It is not for us to go so fineó
Man, take thine old cloak about thee!
flyte] scold.
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