Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures
prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains
yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing 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
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we
pull;
Fair-lined 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 shepherds' 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.