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SONG Sc. V.
Under the green wood tree
Wlio loves to lie with me
And tune 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
Put winter and rough weather. 4
