Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods, or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant poises,A If these delights thy mind may move,Then live with me and be my love