- Come live with me, and be my love,
- And we will all the pleasures prove
- That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
- Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
- And we will sit upon the rocks,
- Seeing 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 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 shepherds’ 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.