Morning

Hearing the maids cry: "Come walk through our orchard Come buy,come buy: Apples and berries, Lemons and Raspberries, Melons and Raspberries, Plump picked cherries, Smooth checked peaches, Pine-apple, Blackberries, Apricots, Strawberries,There all ripe together In Summer weather, Morning passes by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy; Grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fresh, Dates sharp as an eastern delight, Pears juicy with one bite, Taste them and try; Currants and gooseberries, Bright as the Loganberries, Figs fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Taste sweet to the tongue, With sound to the eye: Come buy,come buy."