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Cold are the wind and the rain ,
And shrilly crows the cock .
But I have seen my husband ,
And should I but feel at rest ?

The wind whistles and the rain patters ,
While loudly crows the cock .
But I have seen my husband ,
And could my ailment but be cured ?

Through the wind and rain all looks dark ,
And the cock crows without ceasing .
But I have seen my husband ,
And how should I not rejoice ?