A Song

O thou that sleep'st like pig in straw, Thou lady dear, arise; Open (to keep the sun in awe) Thy pretty pinking eyes: And, having stretched each leg and arm, Put on your clean white smock, And then I pray, to keep you warm, A petticoat or dock. Arise, arise! Why should you sleep When you have slept enough? Long since, French boys cried Chimney-sweep, And damsels Kitchen-stuff. The shops were opened long before, And youngest prentice goes To lay at's master's chamber-door His master's shining shoes. Arise, arise! your breakfast stays, Good water-gruel warm, Or sugar-sops, which Galen says With mace, will do no harm. Arise, arise! when you are up You'll find more to your cost, For morning's draught in caudle-cup, Good nutbrown ale, and toast.