Nine of the Clock by Ivor Gurney Lyrics

Nine of the clock, oh!
Wake my lazy head!
Your shoes of red morocco
Your silk bedgown;
Rouse, rouse, speck-eyed Mary
From your high bed!
A yawn, a smile, sleepy-starey
Mary climbs down
"Good-morning to my brothers
Good-day to the Sun
Haloo, haloo to the lily white sheep
That up the mountain run."