Thomas Ravenscroft - The Crowning of Belphebe - текст песни (слова)

Now flowres your odours breath, 
 And all the ayre perfume, 
 Grow in this honor'd wreath, 
 And with no stormes consume.
 
 Hayle and welcome her
 Thou glorie of our greene,
 Receive this flowrie Spheare
 And bee the Shepheards Queene.
 
 O kneele and doe her homage now
 O now that cals our hearts like fate
 Now rise, your humble bosomes bow, 
 And leade her to her state.