Robert Fayrfax - Somewhat musing - текст песни (слова)

Somewhat musing
 And more mourning,
 In remembering
 Th'unsteadfastness;
 This world being
 Of such wheeling,
 Me contrarying,
 What may I guess? 
 
 I fear, doubtless,
 Remediless
 Is now to seize
 My woeful chance;
 For unkindness,
 Withoutenless,
 And no redress,
 Me doth advance.
  
 With displeasure,
 To my grievance,
 And no surance
 Of remedy;
 Lo, in this trance,
 Now in substance,
 Such is my dance,
 Willing to die.
  
 Methinks truly
 Bounden am I,
 And that greatly,
 To be content;
 Seeing plainly
 Fortune doth wry
 All contrary
 From mine intent.
  
 My life was lent
 Me to one intent.
 It is nigh spent.
 Welcome Fortune!
 But I ne went
 Thus to be shent
 But she it meant:
 Such is her won.