Come live with me and be my love?
We’ve lived with them and been their love
And we did all their pleasures prove
Their hills and valleys, dales and fields
One with our craggy mountains weald
But live with me and me alone
And we will wish all cares begone
That London sews and Brussels sprouts
From Irish, Welsh and English clouts
If we would steer around the rocks
Of wars and economic shocks
To shallow rivers by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
We’d own alone our beds of roses
And lie amongst our fragrant posies
Our tartan bonnets and kilted plaid
Proof against a world gone mad
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If all the world and love were young
And truth in every politicians tongue
Thy pretty pleasures might me move
To be with thee, alone thy love
But time drives wealth from sea to shore
Where rivers rage and rocks grow raw
And later, you becometh dumb
And then complain of cares to come
Thy flowers fade to spindrift fields
Which wayward winter reckoning yields
Thy siren’s tongue, but heart of gall
A salmon’s spring, but sorrows fall
The roses are not thine to tend
No nation they, to all a friend
And lonely pleasures lonely prove
So stay I shall and be all’s love