TESTO DEL LIED

"No, no, no, it must not be"
di anonimo

No, no, no, it must not be,
So Philis told me in the grove,
No, no, no, it must not be,
She will not listen to my love.
Now spring with bounding steps advance,
Scatt'ring fragrance through the air.
Now gay, I join the rustic dance
If the maid I love was there.
Unclouded skies invite the rover,
Ev'ry shepherd seeks his fair.
I'd envy neither nymph nor swain
If the maid I love was there.