Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry noteUnto the sweet birds throatCome hither come hither come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet birds throat
Come hither come hither come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
William Shakespeare

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Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry noteUnto the sweet birds throatCome hither come hither come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet birds throat
Come hither come hither come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
William Shakespeare