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 will we 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