William Horsley - Come gentle zephyr - текст песни (слова)

Come, gentle zephyr, lend thy aid,
 Forsake yon gliding spring,
 To seek my lovely weeping maid;
 Oh! wave thy swiftest wing.
 
 And when you find the blooming fair,
 Oh tell her what I feel;
 In plaintive murmurs to her ear,
 My sighs, my vows reveal.