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Hawks prunyies on the sunny braes,
 And wedders back and side.

With gilded eyes, and open wings,
 The cock his courage shows;
With claps of joy his breast he dings,
 And twenty times he crows.

The dove, with whistling wings so blue,
 The winds can fast collect;
Her purple pens turns many a hue,
 Against the sun direct.

Now noon is went, gone is mid-day,
 The heat does slack at last;
The sun descends down west away,
 From three of clock be past.

A little cool of breathing wind
 Now softly can arise;
The works through heat that lay behind,
 Now men may enterprise.

Forth paires the flocks to seek their food,
 On every hill and plain;
Each labourer as he thinkis good,
 Steps to his turn again.