《Dowland: First Booke of Songes， 1597 - 21. Away with these self-loving lads》歌词

[00:00:00] away with these self-loving lads,

[00:00:03] whom cupid's arrow never glads,

[00:00:08] away, poor souls that sigh and weep

[00:00:11] in love of those that lie and sleep,

[00:00:15] for cupid is a meadow god,

[00:00:18] and forceth none to kiss the rod.

[00:00:23] for cupid is a meadow god,

[00:00:26] and forceth none to kiss the rod.

[00:00:31] god cupids shaft, like destiny,

[00:00:34] doth either good or ill decree,

[00:00:39] desert is born out of his bow,

[00:00:42] reward upon his foot doth go

[00:00:46] what fools are they that have not known

[00:00:49] that love like no laws but his own!

[00:00:54] what fools are they that have not known

[00:00:57] that love like no laws but his own!

[00:01:03] my songs that be of cynthia's praise

[00:01:06] i wear her rings on holidays,

[00:01:10] on every tree i write her name,

[00:01:13] and ev'ry day i read the same,

[00:01:18] where honour cupid's rival is

[00:01:21] there miracles are seen of his.

[00:01:26] where honour cupid's rival is

[00:01:29] there miracles are seen of his.

[00:01:35] if cynthia crave her ring of me,

[00:01:38] i blot her name out of a tree,

[00:01:43] if doubt do darken things held dear,

[00:01:46] then well fare nothing once a year!

[00:01:50] for many run but one must win,

[00:01:54] fools only hedge the cuckoo in.

[00:01:58] for many run but one must win,

[00:02:01] fools only hedge the cuckoo in.

[00:02:06] the worth that worthiness should move is love,

[00:02:11] which is the bow of love,

[00:02:14] and love as well the foster can

[00:02:17] as can the mighty noble man,

[00:02:22] sweet saint, 'tis true you worhty be,

[00:02:25] yet without love naught worth to me.

[00:02:30] sweet saint, 'tis true you worhty be,

[00:02:33] yet without love naught worth to me.

[00:02:33] fools only hedge the cuckoo in.