I’ll sail upon the Dog Star lyrics
by Henry Purcell
I'll sail upon the Dog Star
And then pursue the morning
I'll chase the moon 'till it be noon
But I'll make her leave her horning
I'll climb the frosty mountain
And there I'll coin the weather;
I'll tear the rainbow from the sky
And tie both ends together
The stars pluck from their orbs, too
And crowd them in my budget!
And whether I'm a roaring boy
Let all the nations judge it