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T:Midsummer Carol.
B:Songs of the West by S. Baring-Glould.
S:William Aggett of Chagford.
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w:'Twas ear-ly I walked on a mid-*sum-mer morn-ing, The
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w:fields and *the mea-dows were decked and *gay, The small birds were sing-ing, the
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w:wood-*lands a-ring-ing, 'Twas ear-ly in the morn-ing, at the break-ing of day, I will
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w:play on *my pipes, I will sing *thee my lay! It is ear-ly in the morn-ing. at
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w:break-ing of day.
W:'Twas early I walked on a midsummer morning,
W:The fields and the meadows were decked and gay,
W:The small birds were singing, the woodlands a-ringing,
W:'Twas early in the morning, at breaking of day,
W:I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!
W:It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
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W:O hark! and O hark! to the nightingales wooing,
W:The lark is aloft piping shrill in the air.
W:In every green bower the turtle-doves cooing,
W:The sun is just gleaming, arise up my fair!
W:Arise, love, arise! none fairer I spie
W:Arise, love, arise! O why should I die?
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W:Arise, love, arise! go and get your love posies,
W:The fairest of flowers in garden that grows,
W:Go gather me lilies, carnations and roses,
W:I'll wear them with thoughts of the maiden I chose
W:I stand at the door, pretty love, full of care,
W:O why should I languish so long in despair?
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W:O why my love, O why, should I banished be from thee?
W:O why should I see my own chosen no more?
W:O why look your parents so slightingly on me?
W:It is all for the rough ragged garments I wore,
W:But dress me with flowers, I'm as gay as a king,
W:I'm glad as a bird when my carol I sing.
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W:Arise, love, arise! in song and in story,
W:To rival thy beauty was never a may,
W:I will play thee a tune on my pipes of ivory,
W:It is early in the morning, at breaking of day,
W:I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay!
W:It is early in the morning, at breaking of day.
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