‖: Hark, :‖ (×4) hark, the lark ‖: at heaven’s gate sings, :‖
And Phoebus ’gins arise,
His steeds to water ‖: at those springs :‖
On chaliced flowers that lies,
And winking Mary buds begin to ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise! My lady sweet, arise!