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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “Harley Lyrics Middle English Circa 1340 or earlier The singer wants so much to see his lover that he prays the wind will hasten him to her. Blow northern wind send to me my sweetheart blow northern wind blow, blow, blow!“ Blow, Notherne wynd, Sent thou me my suetyng, Blow, northerne wynd, Blou, Blou, blou! Ichot a burde in boure bryht That sully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht, Feir ant fre to fonde. In al this wurliche won A burde of blod ant of bon Neuer yete y nuste non Lussomore in londe. Blow, notherne etc. With lokkes lefliche ant longe, With frount ant face feir to fonde, With murthes monie note heo monge, That brid so breme in boure, With lossom eye grete ant gode, With browne blysfol vnder hode. He that reste him on the rode That leflich lyf honoure. Blow, etc. Heo is dereworthe in day, Gracious, stout ant gay Gentil, iolyf so the iay, Worhliche when heo waketh. Maiden murgest of mouth Bi est, bi west, by north ant south Ther nis fiele ne crouth That such murthes maketh. Blow etc. Heo is coral of godnesse, Heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse, Heo is cristal of clannesse Ant baner of bealte. Heo is lilie of largesse, Heo is paruenke of prouesse, Heo is solsecle of suetnesse Ant ledy of lealte. Blow etc. For hire loue y carke ant care, For hire loue y droupne ant dare, For hire loue my blisse is bare, Ant al ich waxe won. For hire loue in slep y slake, Fore hire loue al nyht ich wake, For hire loue mournyng y make More then eny mon. from Marginalia, released December 16, 2015“
