Thomas Morley - Now is the Month of Maying - текст песни (слова)

Now is the month of Maying,
 When merry lads are playing, Fa la la.
 Each with his bonny lass
 Upon the greeny grass,* Fa la la.
 
 The Spring, clad all in gladness,
 Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, Fa la la.
 And to the bagpipe's** sound
 The nymphs tread out their ground, Fa la la.
 
 Fie then! why sit we musing
 Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la la.
 Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
 Shall we play Barley-break? Fa la la.  
* also: A-dancing on the grass
 ** also: bagpipes'