1 I wish I were a mountain lark,
I'd rise at early day,
And fly through every wood and park,
Warbling my cheerful lay.
2 And I would be a peacock gay,
And walk about the green;
I'd spread my feathers all the day,
To have their beauty seen.
3 But then you would be cross and proud,
And of but little use;
Your cry would be so shrill and loud,
Your hearers you'd confuse.
4 And if you were a lark, you know,
You'd dress in russet brown;
While I should my rich colors show,
And thus get great renown.
5 If I were plain, yet all would love
To hear my morning songs;
Pour'd forth with joy to God above,
To whom all praise belongs.Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #141a