By a fountain where I lay,
All blessed be that blessed day,
By the glimm`ring of the sun,
O never be her shining done,
When I might see alone
My true love`s fairest one,
Love`s dear light,... ×èòàòü äàëüøå
By a fountain where I lay,
All blessed be that blessed day,
By the glimm`ring of the sun,
O never be her shining done,
When I might see alone
My true love`s fairest one,
Love`s dear light,
Love`s clear sight,
No world`s eyes can clearer see,
A fairer sight none, none can be.

Fair with garlands all a-dress`d,
Was never nymph more fairly bless`d,
Blessed in the high`st degree,
So may she ever blessed be
Came to this fountain near
With such a smiling cheer.
Such a face,
Such a grace,
Happy, happy eyes that see
Such a heav`nly sight as she.

Then I forthwith took my pipe,
Which I all fair and clean did wipe,
And upon a heav`nly ground,
All in the grace of beauty found,
Played this roundelay,
Welcome, fair Queen of May,
Sing, sweet air,
Welcome fair,
Welcome be the shepherd`s Queen,
The glory of all our green.

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The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603): ¹12. `By a fountain where I lay`,  (Äîóëåíä)
       
 
     
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