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Arise, get up my dear - Thomas Morley
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Arise, get up my dear Thomas Morley

Arise, get up my dear - Thomas Morley
Arise, get up, my deere, arise
My deere, make hast to be gone thee
Lo where the bride faire Daphne, bright
Where the bride faire Daphne bright tarries on thee

Harke, o, harke you merry merry maydens squealing:
Spice cake sopps in wyne are now dealing
Spice cake sops in wyne are a dealing
Runne then run a pace, so get a bride lacе
And a guilt Rosemary branch the while yеt ther is catching
And then hould fast for feare of old snatching
Alas my deere why weep she
O feare not that, deere love the next day keep wee
List hark you Minstrells, how fine they firck it?
And how the maids irck it, with Kate and Will, Tom and Gill
Now a skip, then a trip, finely set a loft, here againe as oft
O blessed holly day
List harck you Minstrells, how fine they firck it?
And how the maides irck it, with Kate and Will, Tom and Gill
Now a skip, then a trip, finely set a loft ther again as oft
Hey ho blessed holly, holly day
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