Charles Villiers Stanford - Oh! breathe not his name - текст песни (слова)

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
 Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid;
 Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,
 As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
 
 But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps,
 Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps,
 And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
 Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.