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By the first of May young crows will have flown away.
May, come she early, come she late,
Still she'll make the cow to quake.
A May flood never did good.
Shear sheep in May you'll shear them all away.
He who bathes in May, will soon be laid in clay.
A swarm of bees in May is worth a stack of hay.
In May the cuckoo sings all day.
Change not a clout till May be out.
Who doffs his coat on a Winter's day, will gladly put it on in May."