Come, Be My Valentine

Come, be my valentine!

I'll gather eglantine,

Cowslips and sops-in-wine,

With fragrant roses.

Down by thy Phillis sit,

She will white lilies get,

And daffadilies fit

To make thee posies.

I have a milk-white lamb,

New-taken from the dam,

It comes where'er I am

When I call 'Willy:'

I have a wanton kid

Under my apron hid,

A colt that ne'er was rid,

A pretty filly.

I bear in sign of love

A sparrow in my glove,

And in my breast a dove,

This shall all be thine:

Besides of sheep a flock,

Which yieldeth many a lock,

And this shall be thy stock:

Come be my valentine!