William Lawes - The Cats - текст песни (слова)

The cats as other creatures do
 use to swagger, and make love too.
 And in the dark and coldest night,
 These Jeffry Lyons use to fight;
 Then they cry, “mew”, “puss”, 
 but the cruel'st battle far,
 was lately fought at Temble bar,
 upon the tiles o'the house there;
 Where Bolo Sir Bore Cat was heard to swear:
 “The slave that courts my puss shall die.”
 To whom Sir Sharp Nail gives the lie.
 Then they cry, “mew”, “puss”
 And so they fiercely both sides join,
 asking, “who shall die tear that coat and mine?”
 “Though and I”, thus they cry, “mew”, 
 still they cry, “mew”.