Бёрд Уильям - Come woeful Orpheus - текст песни (слова)

Come wofull Orpheus with thy charming Lyre,
 And tune my voyce unto thy skilfull wyre,
 Some strange Cromatique Notes doe you devise,
 That best with mournefull accents sympathize,
 Of sowrest Sharps, and uncouth Flats make choise,
 And Ile thereto compassionate my voyce.