Morley - Arise, Awake, Awake

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Arise! awake! awake!
You silly shepherds sleeping;
Devise some honour for her sake
By mirth to banish weeping.
Lo, where she comes
In gaudy green arraying!
A pince of beauty, rich and rare, for her delighting
Pretends to go a-maying.
You stately nymphs draw near,
And strew your paths with roses;
In you her trust reposes!

Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana:
Long live fair Oriana!

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