GREENSLEEVES
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
to cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you so long,
delighted in your company.
Greensleves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight.
* Greensleeves was my heart of gold.
And who but my lady Greensleeves.
So greensleeves now farewell adieu,
May good fortune prosper thee,
for I’m still thy lover true.
Oh come once again and love me.
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