Nine of the clock
Ivor (Bertie) Gurney
Nine of the clock, oh!
Wake my lazy head!
Your shoes of red morocco,
Your silk bedgown;
Rouse, rouse, speck-eyed Mary
From your high bed!
A yawn, a smile, sleepy-starey
Mary climbs down.
"Good-morning to my brothers,
Good-day to the Sun,
Haloo, haloo to the lily white sheep
That up the mountain run."