The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Move into my pad, sweetie darling
And let’s enjoy what sights may bring:
Pastoral scenes, great outdoors, and more
That nature-trippers like us adore.
And on a stone, let’s sit and watch
As shepherd boys keep on their jobs,
Along rivers whose shallow waters ring
With cool, hip tunes that robins sing.
And I will make you a bed to lie on
Made of roses, and flowers galore,
Blooms for your head, a fancy dress
Laced with myrtle, made to impress;
I’ll make you a gown, soft and warm
Woven from the finest fleece of lamb;
Insulated footwear for your dainty feet
With golden straps as accessories;
A belt woven from straw and leaves,
Adorned with gems from woods and seas;
If these be to your taste, and think them fun
Then move to my pad, and be my gal.
My buddies here, they’ll rock and roll
Each time you wake in May at dawn:
If you dig these, then have no fear,
Go move your ass, and come up here.