《Dowland: First Booke of Songes， 1597 - 8. Burst forth my tears》歌词

[00:00:02] burst forth, my tears, assist my forward grief,

[00:00:17] and show what pain imperious love provokes.

[00:00:27] kind tender lambs, lament love's scant relief

[00:00:38] and pine, since pensive care my freedom yokes.

[00:00:49] o pine to see me pine, my tender flocks.

[00:01:05] o pine to see me pine, my tender flocks.

[00:01:21] sad, sad pining care, that never may have peace,

[00:01:36] at beauty's gate in hope of pity knocks.

[00:01:46] but mercy sleeps while deep disdain increase,

[00:01:58] and beauty hope in her fair bosom locks.

[00:02:09] o grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.

[00:02:25] o grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.

[00:02:42] like, like to the winds my sighs have winged been,

[00:02:58] yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks.

[00:03:08] i plead, yet she repineth at my teen.

[00:03:21] o ruthless rigour harder than the rocks,

[00:03:32] that both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.