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I.
Nine of the clock, oh!
Wake my lazy head!
Your shoes of red morocco, / Your silk bed-gown:
Rouse, rouse, speck-eyed Mary / In your high bed!
A yawn, a smile, sleepy-starey, / Mary climbs down.
"Good-morning to my brothers, / Good-day to the Sun,
Halloo, halloo to the lily-white sheep / That up the mountain run."
II. / Good-night to the meadow, farewell to the nine o'clock Sun, / "He loves me not, loves me, he loves me not" (O jealous one!) / "He loves me, he loves me not, loves me" -- O soft nights of June, / A bird sang for love on the cherry-bough: up swam the Moon.