Traditional - Welladay - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Christmas hath made an end,
 welladay, welladay!
 which was my dearest friend;
 more is the pity.
 For, with a heavy heart
 must I from thee depart
 to follow plough and cart
 all the year after.
 
 Lent is fast coming on
 welladay, welladay!
 that loves not anyone,
 more is the pity.
 For I doubt both my cheeks
 will look thin eating leaks;
 wise then, is he that seeks
 for a friend in a corner.
 
 All our good cheer is gone,
 welladay, welladay!
 and turned to a stone,
 more is the pity.
 In my good master's house
 I shall eat no more souse;
 then give me one carouse,
 gentle, kind butler.
 
 It grieves me to the heart
 welladay, welladay!
 from my friend to depart;
 more is the pity.
 Christmas, I mean, 'tis thee
 that thus forsaketh me;
 yet till one hour I see
 will I be merry.