Awake from slumber, fair one!
And woo the blushing day,
The merry lark, upsoaring,
Hath caroled forth his lay,
Hath caroled forth his lay.
The dews, like pearl drops, glisten
Upon the roses' breast,
And balmy breathing Zephyrs
Steal softly from the west;
Awake from slumber fair one!
And woo the blushing day,
The merry lark upsoaring,
Hath caroled forth his lay,
Hath caroled forth his lay.
Wake thee, dearest, share the morn with me!
Hark! hark! the hunter's matin
Doth early music make,
Awake, all nature smiling,
Seems gladsome for thy sake,
Seems gladsome for thy sake.
Nor stay to deck thy tresses
With gaud or jewel rare,
The lily and the woodbine
Shall braid thy raven hair;
Awake from slumber, fair one!
And woo the blushing day,
The merry lark, upsoaring,
Hath caroled forth his lay,
Hath caroled forth his lay.
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