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2And we will all the pleasures prove,
3That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
4Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
5And we will sit upon the rocks,
6Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
7By shallow rivers, to whose falls
8Melodious birds sing madrigals.
9And I will make thee beds of roses,
10And a thousand fragrant posies,
11A cap of flowers and a kirtle
12Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:
13A gown made of the finest wool,
14Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
15Fair lined slippers for the cold,
16With buckles of the purest gold:
17A belt of straw and ivy buds,
18With coral clasps and amber studs;
19And if these pleasures may thee move,
20Come live with me and be my love.
21The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
22For thy delight each May morning;
23If these delights thy mind may move,
24Then live with me and be my love.

Notes

1] Reprinted in England's Helicon, 1600, two miscellanies by various authors. See "The Nymph's Reply" by Sir Walter Ralegh. Back to Line