Come live with me and be my love
and we will all the pleasures prove
that hills and valleys, dales and fields
and all the craggy mountains yields

And we will fall upon hard rocks
while helping shepherds feed there flocks
and we will bathe in rivers blue
pneumonias caught by just a few

And we will lay in a bed of rose
until our bodies are filled with holes
Your skirt of flowers could rot away
and leave you nude by end of day

An itchy gown made of wool
from lice filled sheep we'll have to pull
We won't need slippers made of gold
my hairy feet protect from cold

A belt of ivy around your waist
will make you itch and scratch with haste
and if you still haven't run away
you can be my wife this very day

The drunken shepherds shall dance and sing
sleepless nights to you they bring
so if sleepless nights your heart can sway
you can be my wife this very day