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| COME live with me and be my love, | |
| And we will all the pleasures prove, | |
| That hills and valleys, dales and fields, | |
| Woods or craggy mountains yield. | |
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| And we will sit upon the rocks, | 5 |
| Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks | |
| By shallow rivers, to whose falls | |
| Melodious birds sing madrigals. | |
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| And will I make thee beds of roses, | |
| And a thousand fragrant posies; | 10 |
| A cap of flowers and a kirtle | |
| Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; | |
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| A gown made of the finest wool | |
| Which from our pretty lambs we pull; | |
| Fair-linèd slippers for the cold, | 15 |
| With buckles of the purest gold; | |
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| A belt of straw, and ivy buds, | |
| With coral clasps and amber studs. | |
| And if these pleasures thee may move, | |
| Come live with me, and be my love. | 20 |
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| 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. | |
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