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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
And loves to live i' the sun,
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.

JAQ. I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.

AMI. And I'll sing it.
JAQ. Thus it

goes :

If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,

A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:

Here shall he see

Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.

William Shakespeare

"O MISTRESS MINE"

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a Stuff will not endure.

William Shakespeare "COME AWAY, COME AWAY, DEATH"

COME away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

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Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet

a My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

William Shakespeare

"WHEN THAT I WAS AND A LITTLE TINY BOY"

WHEN that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken heads,

For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

William Shakespeare

WHAT SHALL HE HAVE THAT KILL'D THE

DEER?!

WHAT shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home;
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born:

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it:
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

William Shakespeare

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