Thomas Morley - Fair in a morn - текст песни (слова)

Fair in a morn, O fairest morn:
 was ever morn so fair?
 When as the sun, but not the same
 that shineth in the air,
 But of the earth, no earthly sun,
 and yet no earthly creature,
 There shone a face, was never face
 that carried such a feature.
 
 And on a hill, O fairest hill;
 was never hill so blessed,
 there stood a man, was never man
 for no man so distressed.
 This man had hap, O happy man;
 no man so happ'd as he, 
 For none had hap to see the hap
 that he had happ'd to see.
 
 Andas he beheld, this man beheld,
 he saw so fair a face,
 The which would daunt the fairest here
 and stain the bravest grace.
 Pity, he cried, and Pity came,
 and pitied for his pain, 
 That dying would not let him die,
 but gave him life again.
 
 For joy whereof he made such mirth
 that all the world did ring,
 And Pan with all his nymphs came forth
 to hear the shepherds sing.
 But such a song sung never was,
 nor ne'er will be again, 
 Of Phillida the shepherds queen,
 and Corydon the swain.