Thomas Morley - Come, lovers, follow me - текст песни (слова)

Come, lovers, follow me,
 and leave this weeping, follow me,
 see where the lovely god sweetly lies asleeping;.
 Soft then, softly for fear we wake him,
 and to his bow he take him,
 O then if he but spy us,
 whither shall we then fly us?
 And if he come upon us,
 Out well away, 
 then are we woebegone us.
 Hence then away, follow me, 
 away, begone, follow me,
 dispatch us, 
 hence then away 
 follow me away 
 begone, dispatch us; 
 and that apace, for fear he catch us; 
 and that apace, lest he catch us,
 and that apace ere he wake, 
 for fear he catch us.