Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/6



The Sun does arise And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells chearful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John with white hair Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak Among the old folk.