Lo! Lo! The cock doth crow!
Black of feather and coxcomb red,
Shrieks his cry, to the sky,
And wakes the colt from his sweet hay bed.
Neigh! Neigh! The colt doth say!
Sorrel of coat, with pure white socks,
Cock doth quell, peace impel,
To save the dreams of slumb’ring ox.










