| Come live with me and be my love,
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| And we will all the pleasures prove,
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| That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
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| Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
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| And we will sit upon the Rocks,
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| Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
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| By shallow Rivers to whose falls
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| Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
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| And I will make thee beds of Roses
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| And a thousand fragrant posies,
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| A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
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| Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;
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| A gown made of the finest wool
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| Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
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| Fair lined slippers for the cold,
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| With buckles of the purest gold;
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| A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
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| With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
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| And if these pleasures may thee move,
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| Come live with me, and be my love.
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| The Shepherds' Swains shall dance and sing
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| For thy delight each May-morning:
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| If these delights thy mind may move,
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| Then live with me, and be my love. |