Up! Quit Thy Bower

Lyrics
Up! Quit thy bower, late wears the hour Long have the rooks, caw'd round the tower; On flower and tree lood hums the bee The wilding kid sports merrily A day so bright, so fresh, so clear Shines sweetly when good fortune's near Up! Lady fair, and braid thy hair And rouse thee in the breezy air; The lulling stream, that sooth'd thy dream Is dancing in the sunny beam: And hours so sweet, so bright, so gay Wil waft good fortune on its way Up! Time will tell, the friar's bell Its service sound hath chimed well; The aged crone keeps house alone And reapers to the fields are gone: The active day so boon, so bright May bring good fortune ere the night
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Credits
- Writers
- Ludwig van Beethoven
- Joanna Baillie