Sexton! My Masters sleeping here

 Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.

Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed --

That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door --
Daisies point the way there --
And the Troubadour.

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