Under the green wood 🌲

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3 years ago
Topics: Poem

Under the green wood tree

Who loves to lie with me

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet birds throat

Come Heather come Heather come Heather

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 become pleased with what he gets

Come Heather come Heather come Heather

Here shall he see no enemy

But winter and rough weather.

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