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Long foretold, long last,
Short notice, soon past,
Quick rise after low,
Sure signs of stronger blow.
When the glass falls low,
Prepare for a blow;
When it slowly rises high,
Lofty canvas you may fly.
At sea with low and falling glass,
Soundly sleeps a careless ass,
Only when it's high and rising,
Truly rests a careful wise one.
The evening red and morning grey
Are sure signs of a fine day.
But the evening grey and the morning red,
Makes the sailor shake his head.
Mackerel sky and mares' tails,
Make lofty ships carry low sails. |
