And pretty Philomel Her moan doth tell.

I could believe her dead,and yet I heard Her groaning and her piteous moan erstwhile.

I don't know which is worseplaying Muncie for one night or this moan factory for a three month's run.

Old Win-ter is blow-ing his gusts a-long, And mer-ri-ly shak-ing the tree: From morn-ing to night he will sing us his song, Now moan-ing and short, now bold-ly and long; His voice it is loud, for his lungs are so strong, And a mer-ry old fel-low is he.

Many a moan resounds in every place; It is mournful news among the Gael.