Hark, said the fair maid, the nightingales are singing, The larks they are ringing their notes up in the air. Small birds and turtledoves on every bough are building, The sun is just a-glimmering; arise my dear. Rise up, my fair one, and pick your love a posy, It is the fairest flower that ever my eyes did see. I will pick you posies, sweet lily-pink and rosy; There's none so fair a flower as the la** I adore. Lenady, Lenady, you are a lovely creature, You are the fairest flower that ever my eyes did see. I will play you tunes all on the pipes of ivory So early in the morning before break of day. So arise and pick a posy, sweet lily-pink and rosy It is the fairest flower that ever my eyes did see Small birds and turtledoves on every bough are building The sun is just a-glimmering; arise my dear.