Mediæval Bæbes - The Shepherd's Song lyrics

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 mountain yields The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull Fair linèd slippers for the cold With buckles of the purest gold The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning 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 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 That hills and valleys, dale and field And all the craggy mountain yields The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning