
Date of issue: 30.09.2007
Song language: English
The Passionate Shepherd: Marlowe |
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. |