Published London, 1801. Horsley was an enthusiastic early-adopter of the metronome: tempo markings are his own.

Lyrics: Edmund Spenser

Wake now, my love, awake.
The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed,
All ready to her silver coach to climb,
And Phoebus 'gins to shew his glorious head.
Hark how the cheerful birds do chant their lays
And carol of love's praise.
The merry lark her matins sings aloft,
The thrush replies, the mavis descant plays,
The ouzel shrills, the ruddock warbles soft,
So goodly all agree with sweet consent
To this day's merriment.
Ah! my dear love, why do you sleep thus long,
When meeter 'twere that you should now awake
And listen to the birds' love-learned song,
These dewy leaves among.
For they of joy and pleasance to you sing,
That all the woods them answer and their echoes ring.