Song, Called The Country Lady’s Reveillie Poem by Joanna Baillie

FROM early fire wending
The smoke is ascending,
And with the clouds blending,
Awake, awake!
From green covert creeping
Wild creatures are peeping,
Fy! sloth of dull sleeping
Forsake, forsake!
The cocks are a-crowing,
The kine are a-lowing,
The milk-pail is flowing
Awake, awake

The dew-drops are gleaming,
And bright eyes are beaming,
The mist of pale dreaming
Forsake, forsake!
Now maidens are bracing,
And bodices lacing,
The slender form gracing,
Awake, awake!
On slippered toe stealing,
Thy fair face revealing,
The curtain's dark sheeling
Forsake, forsake.