Under The Greenwood Tree by William Shakespeare

Under the grenwood 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 eneme
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 hegets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No eneme
But winter and rough weather.

Merry : cheerful
Hither : to this place
Ambition : desire
Shun : avoid

William Shakespeare

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