John Bennet - Thyrsis, sleepest thou? - текст песни (слова)

Thyrsis, sleepest thou? Let no sorrow slay us:
 Hold up thy head man, said the gentle Meliboeus,
 See summer comes again, the country's pride adorning.
 Hark, how the cuckoo singeth this fair April morning.
 O said the shepherd, and sighed as one all undone,
 Let me alone alas, and drive him back to London.