Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heavens gate sings
And Phœbus gins arise
His Steeds to water at those Springs
On chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes
With every thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:
Arise arise
And Phœbus gins arise
His Steeds to water at those Springs
On chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
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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