1LEt the bird of lowdest lay,

¶On the sole Arabian tree,

¶Herauld sad and trumpet be:

¶To whose sound chaste wings obay.

5But thou shriking harbinger,

¶Foule precurrer of the fiend,

¶Augour of the feuers end,

¶To this troupe come thou not neere.

¶From this Session interdict

10Euery foule of tyrant wing,

¶Saue the Eagle feath'red King,

¶Keepe the obsequie so strict.

¶Let the Priest in Surples white,

¶That defunctiue Musicke can,

15Be the death-deuining Swan,

¶Lest the Requiem lacke his right.

¶And thou treble dated Crow,

¶That thy sable gender mak'st,

¶With the breath thou giu'st and tak'st,

20Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.