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Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will all the pleasures prove,
And if these pleasures may thee move,
For thy delight each May-morning:
The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
And a thousand fragrant posies,
Then live with me, and be my love.
And I will make thee beds of Roses
Come live with me and be my love,
If these delights thy mind may move,
A gown made of the finest wool
Come live with me, and be my love.
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
And we will sit upon the Rocks,
With buckles of the purest gold;
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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.
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.