The Shepherd - Winterfylleth

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove.

That hills and valleys, dale and field,

And all the craggy mountains yield.

There we will sit upon the rocks

And see the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make a bed of rose

A thousand petals there I chose,

A cap of flowers, and a gown

Embroidered all with leaves surround.

A robe made of the finest wool

Which from enduring flocks we pull,

Fur lined to shield against the cold,

And raindrops of the purest gold.

Belts 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 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.