Matin Song
byThomas Heywood (1575?-1650)

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 red-breast!
      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, linnet, and cocksparrow,
You pretty elves, among yourselves
      Sing my fair Love good-morrow!
            To give my Love good-morrow!
            Sing, birds, in every furrow!

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