John Bartlet - Sweet birdes deprive us never - текст песни (слова)

Surchargd with discontent,
 To Siluanes boure I went,
 To ease my heuy grief oppressed hart,
 And trie what comfort winged creatures,
 Coulde yeelde vnto my inwarde troubled smarte
 By modulating their delightfull measures.
 To my eares pleasing euer,
 Of straines so sweet, sweet birdes depriue vs neuer.
 
 The thrush did pipe full cleare,
 And eke with very mery chere
 The Lenit lifted vppe her pleasant voice
 The Goldfinch chirpid and the Pie did chatter,
 The blckbird whistled and bedde mee reioyce
 The stockdoue mormerd with a solemne flat,
 The little daw ka ka ka ka he cride
 The hic-quaile he beside 
 Tickled his part, in a partie coloured coate
 The Iay did blow his how boy gallantly
 The wren did treble many a prety note
 The woodpecker did hammer melowdie.
 The kite tiw whiw full of 
 Cride soring, vp aloft 
 And downe againe returned presently
 To whom the heralde of Cornutoes all 
 Sung coockoo euer, whilst poor Margery 
 Cride who did ring nights larum bell, with all
 All did do well O might I heare them euer
 Of straines so sweet, sweet birdes depriue vs neuer.