When cats run home and light is come, br And dew is cold upon the ground, br And the far-off stream is dumb, br And the whirring sail goes round, br And the whirring sail goes round; br Alone and warming his five wits, br The white owl in the belfry sits. br br When merry milkmaids click the latch, br And rarely smells the new-mown hay, br And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch br Twice or thrice his roundelay, br Twice or thrice his roundelay; br Alone and warming his five wits, br The white owl in the belfry sits.