Alfonso Ferrabosco I - The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay - текст песни (слова)

The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay,
 In greenwood groves delights to make his dwelling,
 In fields to fly chanting his roundelay,
 At liberty against the cage rebelling.
 
 But my poor heart with sorrows overswelling,
 Through bondage vile, binding my freedom short,
 No pleasure takes in these his sports excelling,
 Nor of his song receiveth no comfort.