Thomas Bateson - Come follow me, fair nymphs - текст песни (слова)

Come follow me, fair nymphs,
 Hie! run apace, I run apace!
 Diana hunting honoureth this chase.
 Softly for fear her game we rouse,
 Lodg'd in this grove of briars and boughs.
 Hark! how the huntsmen wind their horns, 
 See how the deer mount o'er the thorns,
 The white, the black, O ho! he pinch'd her there,
 Gowen ran well but I, love, kill'd the deer.