John Allee

The Hungry Lion
Words by William Shakespeare
Music by John Allee

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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.