January is the first month in the year
1
January is the first month in the year
When the weather is cold and clear:
Boys roll the snowball round and round
Or slide on the pond where the ice is sound.
2
February Fill-ditch then sets in
With a pelting rain that will wet you to the skin
Soon as the sky shews a speck of blue
How the pretty snowdrops gleam to view.
3
March comes on with wind from the East,
A wind good neither for man nor beast:
The daffodil flaunts it in yellow and green
What cares she if the wind be keen?
4
April's showers and sunshine bright
Paint the rainbow to our sight:
Then the violet smelling sweet
Under every hedge we meet.
5
May hangs blossoms on the thorn —
Then the lamb and colt are born:
Primroses forsaken die
Gaudier flowers engage the eye.
6
June with tulips, eglantine
Will be finest of the fine:
Rose and lily odours yield
New-made hay scents many a field.
7
In July the sultry night
Scarce will cool the weary wight:
Then the woolly sheep are shorn
Then the harvest home is borne.
8
August brings the juicy grape
Melons too of goodly shape:
Then the melting peaches come
Nectarine apple pear and plum.
9
In September hares must die
Grouse and partridge swift and shy:
Then's the time to hunt and shoot
Then's the time to gather fruit.
10
In October drink good ale
Soon the year begins to fail:
Drink the ale so fine and mellow
Though the leaves are turning yellow.
11
Chill November's surly blast
Tears the boughs and drives them fast:
Then the sleet mixed up with rain
Makes us of the wet complain.
12
Cold December's frosty air
Makes us to the fire repair:
Then good friends each other meet
To enjoy a Christmas treat.
January is the first month in the year
When the weather is cold and clear:
Boys roll the snowball round and round
Or slide on the pond where the ice is sound.
2
February Fill-ditch then sets in
With a pelting rain that will wet you to the skin
Soon as the sky shews a speck of blue
How the pretty snowdrops gleam to view.
3
March comes on with wind from the East,
A wind good neither for man nor beast:
The daffodil flaunts it in yellow and green
What cares she if the wind be keen?
4
April's showers and sunshine bright
Paint the rainbow to our sight:
Then the violet smelling sweet
Under every hedge we meet.
5
May hangs blossoms on the thorn —
Then the lamb and colt are born:
Primroses forsaken die
Gaudier flowers engage the eye.
6
June with tulips, eglantine
Will be finest of the fine:
Rose and lily odours yield
New-made hay scents many a field.
7
In July the sultry night
Scarce will cool the weary wight:
Then the woolly sheep are shorn
Then the harvest home is borne.
8
August brings the juicy grape
Melons too of goodly shape:
Then the melting peaches come
Nectarine apple pear and plum.
9
In September hares must die
Grouse and partridge swift and shy:
Then's the time to hunt and shoot
Then's the time to gather fruit.
10
In October drink good ale
Soon the year begins to fail:
Drink the ale so fine and mellow
Though the leaves are turning yellow.
11
Chill November's surly blast
Tears the boughs and drives them fast:
Then the sleet mixed up with rain
Makes us of the wet complain.
12
Cold December's frosty air
Makes us to the fire repair:
Then good friends each other meet
To enjoy a Christmas treat.
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