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cock crows loudly, lustily,

The mom begins to shine;

My love is thinking—thinking of me,

Gentle mother mine!

Sweet youth! my heart’s own child! how sweet,

Thee with thy maiden's kiss to greet—

And ask a kiss from thee.

! awake from rest—from rest,

Father says "Up, and away."

Make ready the feast—make ready the feast,

For thy daughter's marriage-day;

Thy daughter's marriage-day is this;

She must awake to bliss—-to bliss,

And leave the pillow she prest.

O! my lover draws near—draws near—

I see his eager speed;

He will soon be here—he will soon be here,

He and his snowy steed;