Bird of the morn
When roseate clouds begin
To show the opening dawn
Thou gladly sing'st it in
& o'er the sweet green fields & happy vales
Thy pleasant song is heard mixed with the morning gales
Bird of the morn
What time the ruddy sun
Smiles on the pleasant corn
Thy singing is begun
Heartfelt & cheering over labourers toil
Who chop in coppice wild & delve the russet soil
To show the opening dawn
Thou gladly sing'st it in
& o'er the sweet green fields & happy vales
Thy pleasant song is heard mixed with the morning gales
Bird of the morn
What time the ruddy sun
Smiles on the pleasant corn
Thy singing is begun
Heartfelt & cheering over labourers toil
Who chop in coppice wild & delve the russet soil
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