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,