O let us howl, some heavy note,
Some deadly-dogged howl,
Sounding as from the threat'ning throat
Of beasts and fatal fowl.
As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears,
We'll bill and bawl our parts,
Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears
And corrosived your hearts.
At last when as our choir wants breath,
Our bodies being bless'd,
We'll sing like Swans, to welcome death,
And die in love and rest.