From: Shoemaker's Holiday, Or The Gentle Craft

Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed ; Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need. Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, And here, kind mate, to thee ; Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily. Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Hey derry derry down-a-down, Close with the tenor, boy ; Ho ! well done, to me let come, Ring compass, gentle joy. Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl, And here, kind, &c. (As often as there be men to drink.) (At last, when all have drunk, this verse.) Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed ; Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.