Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field
And all the craggy mountain yields
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
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
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
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
That hills and valleys, dale and field
And all the craggy mountain yields
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
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