Giles Farnaby - Thrice blessed be the giver - текст песни (слова)

Thrice blessed be the giver, be the giver,
 that gave sweet Love that golden quiver,
 and live he long among the gods anointed,
 that made the arrowheads sharp-pointed.
 If either of them both had quailed,
 she of my love, and I of hers, had failed.