media.fastclick.net/w/click.here?sid=14553&m=3&c=1The Passionate Shepherd to His Love



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 th 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.