When the sand feeds the clay, England cries well-a-day!
But when the clay feeds the sand, it is merry with England.
The clay lands in England are, to those of a sandy soil, as five to one, and equally or more fertile. If, from a t season, the sandy lands succeed, and the clay lands miss, only one fifth of the crop is produced that there would have been, had the contrary happened; this, as the proverb expresses, is a national misfortune.
