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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

Under the Greenwood Tree

William Shakespeare·1564–1616
Lines:16Movement:English Renaissance
Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut 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 seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.