Now's the time for mirth and play,
Saturday's an holyday;
Praise to heav'n unceasing yield,
I've found a lark's nest in the field.
5A lark's nest, then your play-mate begs
You'd spare herself and speckled eggs;
Soon she shall ascend and sing
Your praises to th'eternal King.
This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.