| Awake, awake sweet England
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| Sweet England now awake
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| And to you prayers obediently
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| And do your souls partake
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| For our Lord our God is calling
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| All in the skies so clear
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| So repent, repent sweet England
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| For dreadful days draw near
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| Let us pray
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| And to the living Lord
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| Let us play
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| It’s woe unto the women
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| Who with childhood go
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| Likewise their silly nurses
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| As they gave suckle sow
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| For there’s never any man so stout
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| Nor man nor woman goes gay
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| But death will rot your bones
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| And your flesh will melt away
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| Let us pray
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| And to the living Lour
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| Let us pray
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| Today you may be here dear man
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| With many a thousand pounds
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| Tomorrow you’ll be dead and gone
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| And buried underground
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| Oh with one stone at your head dear man
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| Another at your feet
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| Your good deeds and your bad deeds
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| Will all together meet
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| Let us pray
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| And to the living Lord
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| Let us pray
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| God bless the master of this house
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| And send him long to reign
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| Likewise his loving mistress
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| Kind to maintain
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| But we’ll shake all care and sorrow
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| Put on our best array
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| For wish you all good morrow
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| God send us a joyful may
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| Let us pray
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| And it’s to the living Lord
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| Let us pray
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| We have been a’wondering all this night
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| And the better part of the day
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| And 'er return back home again
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| We’ll bring you back a branch of May
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| A branch of May we do bring you
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| And at your door we stand
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| It is but a sprig but it’s well butted out
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| By the work of God’s own hand
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| The hedges and the fields are growing so green
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| As green as grass can be
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| Our heavenly father watereth them
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| With his heavenly dew so sweet
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| Arise, arise you pretty fair maids
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| And take our
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| For if it is gone before tomorrow morn
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| You would say we have brought you none
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| I’ve got a little purse in my back pocket
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| Tied up with a silken string
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| And all that it lacks is a few small pence
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| But I line it well within
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| Our song is done we must be gone
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| No longer can we stay
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| God bless you all both great and small
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| And we wish you a joyful May |