text: Pack, clouds away! and welcome day!
  With night we banish sorrow;
  Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft
  To give my love good-morrow!
  Wings from the wind to please her mind,
  Notes from the lark Ill borrow;
  Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,
  To give my love good-morrow;
  To give my love good-morrow;
  Notes from them both Ill 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.