The sea coast of Bohemia 
Is pleasant to the view 
When singing larks spring from the grass 
To fade into the blue, 
And all the hawthorn hedges break 
In wreaths of purest snow, 
And yellow daffodils are out, 
And roses half in blow. 

The sea-coast of Bohemia 
Is sad as sad can be, 
The prince has ta?en our flower of maids 
Across the violet sea; 
Our Perdita has gone with him, 
No more we dance the round 
Upon the green in joyous play, 
Or wake the tabor?s sound. 

The sea-coast of Bohemia 
Has many wonders seen, 
The shepherd lass wed with a king, 
The shepherd with a queen; 
But such a wonder as my love 
Was never seen before, 
It is my joy and sorrow now 
To love her evermore. 

The sea-coast of Bohemia 
Is haunted by a light 
Of memory fair of lady?s eyes, 
And fame of gallant knight; 
The princes seek its charmèd strand, 
But ah, it was our knell 
When o?er the sea our Perdita 
Went with young Florizel. 

The sea-coast of Bohemia 
Is not my resting-place, 
For with her waned from out the day 
A beauty and a grace: 
O had I kissed her on the lips 
I would no longer weep, 
But live by that until the day 
I fall to shade and sleep.