God made us cousins, because he knew our moms couldn’t handle us as sisters.
Turn your clokes (i.e., coats),
For fairy folkes
Are in old oakes.
“I well remember that on more occasions than one, when a schoolboy, I have turned and worn my coat inside out in passing through a wood in order to avoid the ‘good people.’ On nutting days, those glorious red-letter festivals in the schoolboy’s calendar, the use pretty generally prevailed. The rhymes in the text are the English formula” (“Denham Tract”).