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Under The Greenwood Tree
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Under The Greenwood Tree

Poem By William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn 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 pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

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Isn't it " tune his merry note" ?
Terrific and superb William.
Spectacular use of words and style. Thanks for sharing. Check out my poems and give me a review after reading through
Good brilliant.....
Tnx A Lot


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