The rainbow in the marnin'
Gies the shepherd warnin'
To car' his girt cwoat on his back;
The rainbow at night
Is the shepherd's delight,
For then no girt cwoat will he lack.
Rainbow, rainbow,
Rin away hame;
Come again at Martinmas,
When a' the corn's in.
Why, I cannot tell,
But I know full well,
With wind in the east,
Fish bite not in the least.