Hymns for the Amusement of Children - Hymn 33. For Saturday

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.

A 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.
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