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.
William ShakespeareAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 26, 1564
- Died: April 23, 1616
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