Love's Good-Morrow

Pack, clouds away! and welcome day!

With night we banish sorrow;

Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft

To give my love good-morrow!

Wings from the wind to please her mind,

Notes from the lark I’ll borrow;

Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,

To give my love good-morrow;

To give my love good-morrow;

Notes from them both I’ll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast,

Sing birds in every furrow;

And from each hill, let music shrill

Give my fair love good-morrow!

Blackbird and thrush in every bush,

Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow!

You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,

Sing my fair love good-morrow;

To give my love good-morrow,

Sing birds in every furrow.