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Message poem Under the green wood tree

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Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry note

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemy

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shun

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd loves to live i' the sun,

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleased with what he gets,

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleased with what he gets,Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd 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

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd 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

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd 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 enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:            Here shall he see            No enemyBut winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shunAnd 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 enemyBut winter and rough weather.More About this Poem

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