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 Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park
 * Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how
 * Devotion gives each house a bough
 * Or branch: each porch, each door ere this
 * An ark, a tabernacle is,

Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
 * Can such delights be in the street
 * And open fields and we not see't?
 * Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey
 * The proclamation made for May:

And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.

There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
 * A deal of youth, ere this, is come
 * Back, and with white-thorn laden home.
 * Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream
 * Before that we have left to dream:

And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:
 * Many a green-gown has been given;
 * Many a kiss, both odd and even:
 * Many a glance too has been sent
 * From out the eye, love's firmament;

Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not a-Maying. Left to dream, ceased dreaming.

Green-gown, tumble on the grass.