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Come Follow Me, You Country Lasses
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Come, follow me, you country lasses,
And you shall see such sport as passes:
You shall dance and I will sing;
Pedro, he shall rub the string;
Each shall have a loose-bodied gown
Of green, and laugh till you lie down.
Come follow me, come follow, &c.
You shall have crowns of roses, daisies,
Buds where the honey-maker grazes;
You shall taste the golden thighs,
Such as in wax-chamber lies:
What fruit please you taste, freely pull,
Till you have all your bellies full.
Come follow me, &c.
Codex Note
From The Maid in the Mill; Bullen lists the song under Fletcher and Rowley.
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MLA
Fletcher, John. “Come Follow Me, You Country Lasses.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/48/.
Chicago
Fletcher, John. “Come Follow Me, You Country Lasses.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/48/.
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