Under the Greenwood Tree
1564-1616
Amiens sings: UNDER the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Jaques replies: If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdamè, ducdamè:
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Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.
DayPoems Poem No. 137
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/137.html">Under the Greenwood Tree by William Shakespeare</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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