Come, lovers, follow me

Come, lovers, follow me
And leave this weeping, follow me
See where the lovely god sweetly lies asleeping;
Soft then, softly for fear we wake him
And to his bow he take him
O then if he but spy us
Whither shall we then fly us?
And if he come upon us
Out well away
Then are we woebegone us
Hence then away, follow me
Away, begone, follow me
Dispatch us
Hence then away
Follow me away
Bеgone, dispatch us;
And that apace, for fear hе catch us;
And that apace, lest he catch us
And that apace ere he wake
For fear he catch us