Arise, awake, awake
You silly shepherds sleeping
Devise some honour for her sake
By mirth to banish weeping
See where she comes, lo where
In gaudy green arraying
A pince of beauty rich and rare
Pretends to go a-maying
You stately nymphs draw near
And strew your paths with roses
In you her trust reposes
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana:
Long live fair Oriana