Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and
fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed
their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of
roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.
A
gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-linèd slippers for the cold,
With
buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy-buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these
pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and
sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my
Love.
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