UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE - Robert W. Service Poems

 
 

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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

Vnder the greene wood tree,
    who loues to lye with mee,
    And turne his merrie Note,
    vnto the sweet Birds throte:
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.

Who doth ambition shunne,
    and loues to liue i' th Sunne:
    Seeking the food he eates,
    and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
    Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.