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Pack clouds away and welcome day,
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With night we banish sorrow;
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Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft
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To give my love good morrow.
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Wings from the wind to please her mind,
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Notes from the lark I’ll borrow;
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Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,
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To give my love good morrow.
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Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast,
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Sing birds in every furrow;
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And from each hill, let music shrill
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Give my fair love good-morrow!
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Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
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Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow.
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You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
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Sing my fair love good morrow.}}
  
 
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General Information

Title: Good morrow
Composer: Agnes Zimmermann
Lyricist: Thomas Heywood

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4, no. 123

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Original text and translations

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Pack clouds away and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my love good morrow.
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,
To give my love good morrow.

Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast,
Sing birds in every furrow;
And from each hill, let music shrill
Give my fair love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow.
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair love good morrow.