Sunday, 26 August 2012

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

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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 in 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.
                                                                                                                WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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