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A Song at their uprising.

Pack clouds away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow:
Sweet ayre blow soft, mount Larks aloft,
To give my love good morrow.
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the Larke Ile borrow:
Bird prune thy wing, Nightingale sing,
To give my love good morrow,
To give my love good morrow,
Notes from them both Ile borrow.

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Wake from thy nest Robin red brest,
Sing birds in ev'ry furrow;
And from each Bill let musick shrill
Give my faire love good morrow.
Blackbird and Thrush, in every bush,
Stare, Linet, and Cock-sparrow:
You pretty Elves, amongst your selves,
Sing my faire love good morrow.
To give my love good morrow,
Sing Birds in every furrow.