Wat'ry god (1)/The Young Man's Petition

The YOUNG MAN'S PETITION.

COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleaſures prove,
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield;
There we will ſit upon the rocks,
And ſee the ſhepherds feed their flocks
By ſhallow rivers, to whoſe fall,
Melodious birds ſing Madrigal.

There will I make thee beds of roſes,
With a thouſand fragrant poſies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle,
A gown made of the fineſt wool,
Which from our fineſt lambs we pull:
Slippers lin'd choicely 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,
Then live with me, and be my love.
The ſhepherd ſwains ſhall dance and ſing,
For thy delight, each May morning:
If theſe delights thy mind may move,
Then ſtay with me, and be my love.