Greensleeves
Alas, my love you've done me wrong
To cast me out discourteously;
And I have loveth you so long
Delighting in your company.
Your gown was of the grassy green
Your sleeves of satin were hanging by
Which made you be our harvest Queen?
And yet you would not love me
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who, but my Lady Greensleeves.
Alas, my love you've done me wrong
To cast me out discourteously;
And I have loveth you so long
Delighting in your company.
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