Пёрселл Генри - Sawney is a bonny lad - текст песни (слова)

Sawney is a bonny lad, 
 But Sawney kens it well;
 And Sawney might a boon have had,
 But Sawney loves to tell:
 He weens that I mun love him soon,
 Gin lovers now are rare;
 But I'd as leif have none, as one
 Whom twenty, twenty share.
 
 When anent your love you come,
 Ah! Sawney, were you true;
 What tho' I seem to frown and gloom,
 I ne'er cou'd gang from you:
 Yet still my tongue, do what I can,
 With mickle woe denies;
 Wa's me, when once we like a man,
 It boots not to be wise.