Under the Greenwood Tree

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Vnder the greene wood tree,
 who loues to lye with mee,
 And turne his merrie Note,
 vnto the sweet Birds throte:
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
 Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.

Who doth ambition shunne,
 and loues to liue i' th Sunne:
 Seeking the food he eates,
 and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
 Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.

© William Shakespeare