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Rain before seven,
Quit before eleven.

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Evening red and morning gray
Sets the traveler on his way;
Evening gray and morning red,
Brings down rain upon his head.

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When the fog goes up the hill,
Then the rain comes down by the mill.

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When the bees all homeward fly,
Flowers will not long be dry.

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1, 2, 3, 4,
Mary at the cottage door;
5, 6, 7, 8,
Eating cherries off a plate.

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