36. Matin Song
—— T. Heywood
Pack, clouds, away! and wele, day!
With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to plea her mind,
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow;
Bird, pruhy wing! nightingale, sing!
To give my Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them all I’ll borrow.
Wake from thy , robin red-breast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow!
And from each bill let music shrill
Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, li, and cocksparrow,
You pretty elves, among yourlves
Sing my fair Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow!
Sing, birds, in every furrow!