paroles de chanson The Shepherd - Banjo Metal Nation

Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields
Woods, or steepy mountain yields

And we will sit upon the Rocks
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks

By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered
All with leaves of Myrtle
(Leaves of Myrtle)

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold

A belt of straw and Ivy buds
With Coral clasps and Amber studs
And if these pleasures may thee move
Come live with me, and be my love

The Shepherds' Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning
If these delights thy mind may move
Then live with me, and be

Then live with me, and be my love
Then live with me, and be my love
And be my love