Stretched on Your Grave presents.... |
Greensleeves |
A courtly Ballad and perhaps the most beautiful piece of music ever written. Lyrics by King Henry VIII |
Alas my love ye do me wrong, To cast me off discurteously, And I have loved you oh so long, Delighting in your company Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my Lady Greensleeves. I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever thou wouldst crave, I have waged both life and land, Your love and goodwill for to have. Greensleeves......etc I bought three kerchers to thy head, that were wrought fine and gallantly, I kept thee both board and bed, Which cost my purse well favouredly. Greensleeves......etc. I bought thee petticoats of the best, The cloth so fine as might be, I gave thee jewels for thy chest, And all this cost I spent on thee. Greensleeves......etc Thy smock of silk both fair and white, With gold embroided gorgeously, Thy petticoat of Sendall right, And these I bought thee gladly. Greensleeves......etc Thy girdle of gold so red, With pearls bedecked sumptuously, The like no other lasses had, And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves......etc Thy crimson stockings all of silk, With gold all wrought about thy knee, Thy pumps as white as was the milk, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc Thy gown was of the grossie green, Thy sleeves of satin hanging by, Which made thee be our harvest Queen, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc Thy garters fringed with the gold, And silver aglets hanging by, Which made me blithe for to behold, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc My gayest gelding I thee gave, To ride wherever liked thee, No lady ever was so brave, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee, And this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc They set thee up, they took thee down, And served thee with humility, Thy foot might not once touch the ground, And yet thou wouldst not love me Greensleeves......etc |
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