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Thomas Heywood (c. 1570–1641)

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 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.