cockcrow

She was in the habit of waking them early in the morning, at cockcrow. The maidens, aggravated by such excessive labor, resolved to kill the cock who roused their mistress so early.

This morning, too, I arose (joyous and full of love) at cockcrow. How good seemed everything at that hour, my darling!

Everything quite all right, and he began persuading her; and she should have kept him talking till cockcrow, but she got frightened, just got frightened and hid her face in her hands.

Mine own forerunner am I among this people, mine own cockcrow in dark lanes.

Everything cleared up till there wasn't a grain left by cockcrow. What are three pots?

(Mem., this diary seems horribly like the beginning of the "Arabian Nights," for everything has to break off at cockcrow, or like the ghost of Hamlet's father.)

For the rest, she knew that after office- hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow. Further, she was lady paramount over certain vaults in the basement, sharply spiked off from communication with the predatory world; and over the relics of the current day's work, consisting of blots of ink, worn-out pens, fragments of wafers, and scraps of paper torn so small, that nothing interesting could ever be deciphered on them when Mrs.

'Nay,' grunted the man, 'the old madman rose at second cockcrow saying he would go to Benares, and the young one led him away.'

Insecurity is the new anthem that wakes the country up from slumber land and a substitute psalm that must be recited or listened to by Nigerians at cockcrow of an unhallowed day.

Half a century later, Pope Sixtus III, inspired by the midnight vigil, instituted the practice of a midnight mass after the cockcrow in the grotto-like oratory of the famed Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore.

They wake up at cockcrow, sharpen their machetes, and leave for their farms to be at the mercy of itching weeds, thorns that prick their skins, insects that feed fat on them, hunger that gnaws at them, snakes that may frighten them out of their wits, sweat that drenches their bodies to dripping point, etc, etc.

The single Cockcrow, with guest vocals by Siobhan Wilson, has a sort of Flamenco drum motif tapped out on the guitar and its maudlin lyrics of quashed hope and love and hurt and despair.