The Mediaeval Baebes - Omnes Gentes Plaudite (The Drinking Song) текст песни

E saw miny briddes seten on a tree;
He token her flight and flowen away,
With ego dixi, have a good day.
Many white fedres hath the pye —
I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry!
Manye white federes hath the swan —

The mor that I drinke, the lesse good I can!
Ley stikkes on the fer, wil mot it brenne —
Geve us onys drinken er we gon henne!
Omnes gentes, plaudite
Omnes gentes, plaudite
Omnes gentes, plaudite
Omnes gentes, plaudite