Бёрд Уильям - This sweet and merry month of May (a 4) - текст песни (слова)

This sweet and merry month of May,
 While Nature wantons in her Prime,
 And birds doe sing, and beasts do play,
 For pleasure of the joyfull time.
 I choose the first for holy day,
 And greet Eliza with a rime.
 O beauteous Queene of second Troy,
 Take wel in worth a simple toy.