Awake, awake, the day doth break, our Spanyels couple them: our Hawkes shall flye lowe, meane, or high, and trusse it if they can. Hey, trolly, lolly ly lo ly lo, and trusse it if they can. Then rise, arise for Phoebus dies (in golde) the dawne of day, And Coveyes lye in fields hard by, then Sing we care away. Choir: Hey trolly, lolly, then sing we care away.