Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
 The day her light discloses;
 And the bright morning doth arise
 Out of her bed of roses.

 See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
 In at our window peeping;
 Lo, how he blusheth to espy
 Us idle wenches sleeping!

 Therefore awake, make haste I say,
 And let us without staying
 All in our gowns of green so gay
 Into the park a maying.