Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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Time to rise.
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Time to rise.
The cock, who soundly sleeps at night,
Rises with the morning light,
Very loud and shrill he crows;
Then the sleeping ploughman knows
He must leave his bed also,
To his morning work to go.
Rises with the morning light,
Very loud and shrill he crows;
Then the sleeping ploughman knows
He must leave his bed also,
To his morning work to go.
And the little lark does fly
To the middle of the sky:
You may hear his merry tune,
In the morning very soon;
For he does not like to rest
Idle in his downy nest.
To the middle of the sky:
You may hear his merry tune,
In the morning very soon;
For he does not like to rest
Idle in his downy nest.
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While the cock is crowing shrill,
Leave my little bed I will,
And I'll rise to hear the lark,
For it is no longer dark:
'Twould be a pity there to stay,
When 'tis bright and pleasant day.
Leave my little bed I will,
And I'll rise to hear the lark,
For it is no longer dark:
'Twould be a pity there to stay,
When 'tis bright and pleasant day.
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