| 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. | |
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| There will we sit upon the rocks | 5 |
| And see the shepherds feed their flocks, | |
| By shallow rivers, to whose falls | |
| Melodious birds sing madrigals. | |
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| There will I make thee beds of roses | |
| And a thousand fragrant posies, | 10 |
| A cap of flowers, and a kirtle | |
| Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. | |
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| A gown made of the finest wool | |
| Which from our pretty lambs we pull, | |
| Fair linèd slippers for the cold, | 15 |
| With buckles of the purest gold. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| Thy silver dishes for thy meat | |
| As precious as the gods do eat, | |
| Shall on an ivory table be | |
| Prepared each day for thee and me. | |
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| The shepherd swains shall dance and sing | 25 |
| For thy delight each May-morning: | |
| If these delights thy mind may move, | |
| Then live with me and be my Love. | |
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