Текст песни Now is the Month of Maying (THOMAS MORLEY) с переводом

Now is the month of maying,

When merry lads are playing, fa la,

Each with his bonny lass

Upon the greeny grass. Fa la.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,

Doth laugh at Winter’s sadness, fa la,

And to the bagpipe’s sound

The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la.

Fie then! why sit we musing,

Youth’s sweet delight refusing? Fa la.

Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,

Shall we play at barley-break? Fa la.

Перевод песни Now is the Month of Maying