The Greenwood Tree

From “As You Like It,” Act II. Sc. 5.       UNDER the greenwood tree       Who 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 But Winter and rough weather.