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PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing,
To give my Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow,
Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Wake from thy nest, Robin-redbreast, / Sing, birds, in every furrow; / And from each hill, let music shrill / Give my fair Love good-morrow! / Blackbird and thrush in every bush, / Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow! / You pretty elves, amongst yourselves, / Sing my fair Love good-morrow; / To give my Love good-morrow / Sing, birds, in every furrow!