Thomas Morley - She straight her light green silken coats - текст песни (слова)

She straight her light green silken coats uptucked
 And may for Mill, and thyme for Thyrsis plucked,
 Which when she brought he clasp'd her by the middle,
 And kiss'd her sweet, and kiss'd her sweet,
 but could not read her riddle.
 Ah, fool! With that the nymph set up a laughter
 And blush'd and ran and ran away,
 and he ran after.