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