Open up your eyes,
You sleepy head
And gaze upon the cherry apple sky!
Today shall bring a storm
That’s pours down a rainy blood!
So, cover your head with your hood
And hideaway as you should,
Protect yourself from the fairy spite
And the sting of a cold winter’s night!
Least you should join the dead
In the prison of an icy land!
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