Joanna Baillie - Song, Called the Country Lady's Reveillie lyrics

FROM early fire wending The smoke is ascending, And with the clouds blending, Awake, awake! From green covert creeping Wild creatures are peeping, Fy! sloth of dull sleeping Forsake, forsake! The co*ks are a-crowing, The kine are a-lowing, The milk-pail is flowing Awake, awake The dew-drops are gleaming, And bright eyes are beaming, The mist of pale dreaming Forsake, forsake! Now maidens are bracing, And bodices lacing, The slender form gracing, Awake, awake! On slippered toe stealing, Thy fair face revealing, The curtain's dark sheeling Forsake, forsake.