78 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. [part i. 



gentlemen with a merry heart, and I'll sing the 

 second, when you have done. 



THE MILK-MAID'S SONG. 



Come, live with me, and be my love, 

 And we will all the pleasures prove 

 That valleys, groves, or hills, or field, 

 Or ivoods, and steepy mountains yield. 



Where we will sit upon the rocks, 

 And see the shepherds feed our fiocks, 

 By shallow rivers, to whose falls 

 Melodious birds sing madrigals. 



And I will make thee beds of roses, 

 And then a thousand fragrant posies ; 

 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 

 Embroider d all with leaves of myrtle : 



A gown made of the finest wool, 

 Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; 

 Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold, 

 With buckles of the purest gold : 



A belt of straw, and ivy-buds, 

 With coral clasps and amber studs : — 

 And if these pleasures may thee move, 

 Come, live ivith me, and be my Love. 



