Live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove.
By hills and valleys, days and fields
And all the pleasant pastures yields.

There we will sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks.
By shallow waters by whose falls,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There I will make thee a bed of roses
With a thousand fragrant posies.
By shallow waters by whose falls,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.