Tekst:
Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
By hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the pleasant pastures yields
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies
And we will all the pleasures prove
By hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the pleasant pastures yields
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies
