And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
and a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of staw 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 by my Love.
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