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Sound the flute
Now it's mute
Bird's delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,— Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year
Now it's mute
Bird's delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,— Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest
Thro' the clear windows of the morning,
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach,
Thro' the clear windows of the morning,
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach,

The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells
To welcome the spring;
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells
To welcome the spring;

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

Awake, awake, my little boy
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake

Silent, silent night,
Quench the holy
Of thy torches bright;
For possessed of
Quench the holy
Of thy torches bright;
For possessed of

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud

Pity would be no
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could
If all were as happy as we
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could
If all were as happy as we

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains,
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains,
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed

Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine

"I have no name;
I am but two days old
" What shall I call thee
"I happy am,
I am but two days old
" What shall I call thee
"I happy am,