A Book of old English love songs . HAT bird so sings, yet does so wail ?O tis the ravished nightingale. Jug> jug> jug> jug> teren, shecries,And still her woes at midnight prick song ! who ist now we hear ?None but the lark so shrill and clear;Now at heavens gates she claps her wings,The morn not waking till she ! hark! with what a pretty throatPoor robin redbreast tunes his note;Hark how the jolly cuckoo sing,Cuckoo to welcome in the spring;Cuckoo to welcome in the spring! — John Lyly. [»].

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