Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - Under the greenwood tree - текст песни (слова)

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 we 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.