Love's good morrow

Back, clouds, away!

And welcome day!

With night we'll banish sorrow.

Sweet air, blow soft;

Mount, lark, aloft!

To bid my love good morrow!

Wings from the wind

To please her mind,

Notes from the lark I'll borrow;

Bird, plume thy wing,

O! linnet, sing

To bid my love good morrow!

Wake from thy nest,

Thou sweet redbreast.

Sing, birds, in every furrow,

And from each hill

Let music shrill,

Bid my fair love good morrow!

Each lark and thrush

on every bush,

Stare, linnet and cock sparrow,

You pretty elves

Among yourselves

Sing my fair love good morrow!