Under the greenwood tree
William Shakespeare · 1609
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. William Shakespeare. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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 we 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.