Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
And Phoebus 'gins arise
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise
And Phoebus 'gins arise
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise
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