TIME

Time is the root of all this earth;
These creatures, who from Time had birth,
Within his bosom at the end
Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend.

All we in one long caravan
Are journeying since the world began;
We know not wither, but we know
Time guideth at the front, and all must go.

Like as the wind upon the field
Bows every herb, and all must yield,
So we beneath Time's passing breath
Bow each in turn, -- why tears for birth or death ?

Lazy Mary, will you get up?

Lazy Mary, will you get up?
Will you get up, will you get up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up,
So early in the morning.




No, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
No, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.

What'll you give me for my for my breakfast?
For my breakfast, for my breakfast?
A little bowl of bread and milk,
So early in the morning.

Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.

A nice young man(amrit) with rosey cheeks,
With rosey cheeks, with rosey cheeks
Then, dear mother, I will get up,
So early in the morning.