noon
Aha , many 's the time o ' star-time they have winked me and my troubles asleep . Then there 's wakings o ' bird-time , wi ' the sun up , dew a-sparkle and life calling within ye and without , and the birds -- O the birds , Martin -- a-filling the world wi ' brave songs o ' hope new-born like the day ! Ah , many 's the morn the birds ha ' waked me and I as merry as any grig -- Lord love their beaks and wings ! There 's hay-time o ' the evening full o ' soft , sweet smells -- aye , sweet as lad 's first kiss ; there 's wheat-time at noon wi ' the ears a-rustle and the whitt-whitt o ' scythe and whetstone ; there 's night , Martin , and the long , black road dipping and a-winding , but wi ' the beam o ' light beyond , lad -- the good light as tells o ' journey done , of companionship and welcomes and belike -- eyes o ' love , with -- '' `` Lusty ale ! '' quoth Roger , setting three new-filled pipkins before us . `` And none better nor ourn -- eh , wife ? '' `` That I do swear to , Roger ! ''