Джон Манди - The blackbird - ноты, текст песни (слова)

The blackbird made the sweetest sound,
 Whose tunes did far excel,
 Full pleasantly and most profound,
 Was all things placèd well.
 Thy pretty tunes, mine own sweet bird,
 Done with so good a grace,
 Extols thy name, prefers the same
 Abroad in ev'-ry place.
 Thy music grave, bedeckèd well
 With sundry points of skill,
 Bewrays thy knowledge excellent,
 Ingrafted in thy will.
 My tongue shall speak, my  pen shall write
 In praise of thee to tell,
 The sweetest bird that ever was,
 In friendly sort farewell.