"Under The Greenwood Tree" William Shakespeare

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"Under the greenwood tree"

    UNDER the greenwood tree

    Who loves to lie with me,

    And tune 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