Бёрд Уильям - This sweet and merry month of May - текст песни (слова)

This sweet and merry month of May,
 while nature wantons in her Pryme,
 & Byrds do sing, & Beasts do play,
 for plesure of the joyful time,
 I choose the first for holy day,
 & greet Elyza with a Ryme.
 O Beauteous Queene of second Troy:
 take well in worth a symple toye.