| | | Come live with me, and be my love, |
| | | And we will all the pleasures prove |
| | | That valleys, groves, hills and fields, |
| | | Woods, or steepy mountain yields. |
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| 5 | | And we will sit upon the rocks, |
| | | Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks |
| | | By shallow rivers, to whose falls |
| | | Melodious birds sing madrigals. |
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| | | And I will make thee beds of roses, |
| 10 | | And a thousand fragrant posies, |
| | | A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, |
| | | Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle. |
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| | | A gown made of the finest wool |
| | | Which from our pretty lambs we pull, |
| 15 | | Fair lined slippers for the cold, |
| | | With buckles of the purest gold. |
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| | | A belt of straw and ivy-buds, |
| | | With coral clasps and amber studs, |
| | | And if these pleasures may thee move, |
| 20 | | Come live with me, and be my love. |
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| | | 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. |
Contributed by Robert Clark.
