Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That grove or valley, hill or field,
Or wood and steepy mountain yield.

Where we will sit on rising rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Pleased will I make thee beds of roses
And twine a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and rural kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A jaunty gown of finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
And shoes lined choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
If these, these pleasures can thee move,
Then live with me and be my love..

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