come live with me and be my love
and we will all the pleasures prove
that hills and valleys, dales and fields,
or woods or steeply mountain yields.
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
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtl