Greensleeves
Marianne Faith
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Alas,
my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously. For I have
loved you well and 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.
Your wows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why
did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart
remains in captivity.
I 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.
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Alas,
my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously. For I have
loved you well and 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.
Your wows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why
did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart
remains in captivity.
I 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.
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If you
intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so,
I still remain A lover in captivity.
My 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.
Thou 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.
Well, I will
pray to God on high, That thou my constancy mayst see, And yet once
before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Ah, greensleeves,
now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still
thy lover true, Come once again and love
me. |
If you
intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so,
I still remain A lover in captivity.
My 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.
Thou 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.
Well, I will
pray to God on high, That thou my constancy mayst see, And yet once
before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Ah, 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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