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