1Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
2The day her light discloses;
3And the bright morning doth arise
4Out of her bed of roses.
5See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
6In at our window peeping;
7Lo, how he blusheth to espy
8Us idle wenches sleeping!
9Therefore awake, make haste I say,
10And let us without staying
11All in our gowns of green so gay
12Into the park a maying.