Break o' day : song / the words by P.J. O'Reilly the music by Wilfrid Sanderson

Come, come away at the break o’ day,/When the moon is low in the west,/The night clouds fly the dawn is nigh/The light o’er the hill has prest!/The lark sings high in the dappled sky,/The roses ope in the lane;/Come, come away at the break o’ day,/For the green of the fields I’m fain!/Come, come away,/The sunbeams are dancing anew,/Come, come away, /The linnets are calling to you!/Come and hear the bells o’ morn/Ringing gaily o’er the lea,/Come and greet the glorious dawn,/Come away with me!/Come, come away at the break o’ day,/To the song of carolling rills,/And watch the light cleave thro’ the night/The white mist rise from the hills!/In wood and brake all the birds awake/To lighten our hearts with glee;/Come, come away at the break o’ day,/When the winds blow fresh and free!/Come, come away,/The sunbeams are dancing anew,/Come, come away,/The linnets are calling to you!/Come and hear the bells o’ morn/Ringing gaily o’er the lea,/Come and greet the glorious dawn,/Come away with me!/Ah!/Ah!/Come and hear the bell o’ morn/Ringing gaily o’er the lea,/Come and greet the glorious dawn,/Come away with me!