William Shakespeare - Under the Green wood Tree 汉译

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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’n 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.