The Shepherd
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 mountains yield
There we will sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
There will I make a bed of rose
A thousand petals there I chose
A cap of flowers, and a gown
Embroidered all with leaves surround
A robe made of the finest wool
Which from enduring flocks we pull
Fur lined to shield against the cold
And raindrops of the purest gold
Belts 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