Monday 18 June 2007

GREEN SLEEVES

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,To cast me off discourteously.For I have loved you well and long,Delighting in your company.Chorus:Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delight,Greensleeves was my heart of gold,And who but my lady greensleeves.Your vows you've broken, like my heart,Oh, why did you so enrapture me?Now I remain in a world apartBut my heart remains in captivity.chorusI have been ready at your hand,To grant whatever you would crave,I have both wagered life and land,Your love and good-will for to have.chorusIf you intend thus to disdain,It does the more enrapture me,And even so, I still remainA lover in captivity.chorusMy men were clothed all in green,And they did ever wait on thee;All this was gallant to be seen,And yet thou wouldst not love me.chorusThou couldst desire no earthly thing,but still thou hadst it readily.Thy music still to play and sing;And yet thou wouldst not love me.chorusWell, I will pray to God on high,that thou my constancy mayst see,And that yet once before I die,Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.chorusAh, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,To God I pray to prosper thee,For I am still thy lover true,Come once again and love me.

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