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The Hungry Lion
Words by William Shakespeare
Music by John Allee

Now the hungry lion roars

And the wolf behowls the moon

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores

All with weary task fordone


Now the wasted brands do glow

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud       

Puts the wretch that lies in woe        

In remembrance of a shroud


Now it is the time of night     

That the graves, all gaping wide

Every one lets forth his sprite

In the church-way paths to glide

And we fairies, that do run    

By the triple Hecate’s team

From the presence of the sun

Following darkness like a dream       

Now are frolic


Not a mouse   

Shall disturb this hallowed house


I am sent with broom before

To sweep the dust behind the door

© 2019 John Allee/Portuguese Knees Music ASCAP.
Lyrics Reprinted with Permission.  All Rights Reserved.

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