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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day!

With night we banish sorrow.

Sweet air, blow soft, mount, lark, 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 all I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast!

Sing, birds, in every furrow,

And from each bill let music shrill

Give my fair Love good morrow!

Blackbird and thrush in every bush,

Stare,[2] 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!

Thomas Heywood

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