Hither hither, love---
      'Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
      Let us feed and feed!

Hither, hither, sweet---
      'Tis a cowslip bed---
Hither, hither, sweet!
      'Tis with dew bespread!

Hither, hither, dear
      By the breath of life,
Hither, hither, dear!---
      Be the summer's wife!

Though one moment's pleasure
      In one moment flies---
Though the passion's treasure
      In one moment dies;---

Yet it has not passed---
      Think how near, how near!---
And while it doth last,
      Think how dear, how dear!

Hither, hither, hither
      Love its boon has sent---
If I die and wither
      I shall die content!

Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!


* * * * *

Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!

Amiens sings: 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 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.

Jaques replies:   If it do come to pass
  That any man turn ***,
  Leaving his wealth and ease
  A stubborn will to please,
Ducdamè, ducdamè, ducdamè:
    Here shall he see
    Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.