Shakespeare's Songs/Under the Greenwood Tree
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For other versions of this work, see Under the Greenwood Tree (Shakespeare).
From As You Like It.
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE
Under the greenwood 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 enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun [All together here
And loves to live i'th'sun, here.
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.