Thomas Morley - Besides a fountain - текст песни (слова)

Besides a fountain of sweet briar and roses, 
 heard I two lovers loving talk in sweet and wanton gloses.
 Say, dainty dear, quoth he, to whom is thy liking tied?
 To whom but thee my bonny love? the gentle nymph replied.
 I die, quoth he, 
 and I, said she; 
 ah give me, give me then, quoth he, 
 but he durst not say, give me some token, 
 and with his hands the rest he would have spoken.
 Fie away, nay fie away, cried the nymph then, 
 alas you well do know it; 
 ah, quoth he, sweetly come kiss me, and show it.