John Fletcher (1579–1625) or William Rowley (c. 1585–1626)

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, come follow, &c.