Full Lyrics
Come, come lets begin to revel't out,
And tread the hilles and dales about,
That hilles and dales and woodes may sound,
An echo to this warbling round.
Lads merry bee with musicke sweete,
and Faires trip it with your feet,
Pan's pipe is dull, a better straine,
doth stretch it selfe to please your vaine.
