TESTO DEL LIED

"Dim, dim is my eye"
di William Browne (1591-c1643)

Dim, dim is my eye,
As the dew-drop once clear,
Pale, pale is my cheek,
Ever wet with the tear
And heavily heaves
This soft breast, once so gay,
For William, my true love,
My William away!

Sad. Sad was the hour,
When he bade me adieu,
While he hung on my bosom,
And vow'd to be true;
My heart it seem'd bursting
On that fatal day,
When the fast less'ning sail
Bore my William away.

Lament him, ye fair,
And lament him, ye brave,
Though unshrouded he lies,
And the sea is his grave;
For the kind and true hearted,
The gallant and gay,
Lament, for my William's
For ever away.