Awake Sweet Girl

Communicated by Miss M’Donald

Awake sweet girl awake
See the bright morning break
Busy footsteps hurrying by
Tell that now the sun is high
Borne on wings of purest white
Morning spreads its fullest light
Sore thou fearst and sore I fear
Prying strangers roaming near
May divulge the rumour free
How thee I love, how thou lovest me
Old time strides boldly on towards nine
And yet thou think’st not on thy Valentine
Awake sweet girl awake


Son of the morning